The Sex Hair Type

We all know what it is, we maybe just never articulated it. Most Laker girls and Dallas cowboy cheerleaders have it. Angelina Jolie has won many a married man with it. Women over the decades have quickened pulses with it, from Rita Hayworth to Elle Macpherson. It's that long, tousled, slightly unkempt mane a woman sports for the wild feminine look my friend J-dub has labeled "sex hair."

The just-out-of-bed look is most recently spotted on Catherine Keener in the summer flick phenom, "The 40 Year Old Virgin" (concept alone will merit its own blog soon to come). A male coworker confessed that he and his friend made the do a major topic of discussion post-viewing, and another chimed in that her man also mentioned "really liking her hair." Sex hair has somehow snuck under the radar of desired features, falling a far third to the two more cliche body parts. But never underestimate the power of hair. That is, of course, if you are into that sort of power.

Personally, I find it ironic that women with a full head of thick, abundant hair are constantly doing all they can to control it: straight perming, layering, learning the exact length it can't go shorter than or you'll risk having UFO-head. The natural look takes a ton of product. Would men be so taken with those flowing locks if they had to wait hours and spend hundreds to perfect it? Is that what broke up Ben and J.Lo?


To men: A fantasy
To women: A nightmare of conditioner

Starting from SCRATCH

As my roommate situation is officially in flux and I've already lost one to the inland empire, I'm also finishing up my third DJ class, Scratch 202. There are certain seasons in life that are signified by change -- and by change I mean a loss of the way relationships were before and the beginning of some new ones.

At such times as this, there's nothing like a little music therapy. Here are a few that come to mind that have helped me get through some beginnings and ends, or seasons of relationships. I personally have found it therapeutic to make mixes out of transitional times. Of course, I do wanna be a DJ...

Breakup? Jon Brion's "Ruin My Day" (Meaningless), John Legend's "Used to Love You" (Get Lifted), Radiohead's "Let Down"
Transition? Keane's "Everybody's Changing" (Hopes and Fears)
Getting over relationship? Howard Jones' "Everlasting Love," Voice of the Beehive's "Adonis Blue" (Honey Lingers)
Your issues? The Bangles' "If She Knew What She Wants" (Different Light), Billy Joel's "She's Always a Woman" (The Stranger)
Nostalgia? Oingo Boingo's "We Close Our Eyes" (Boi-ngo)
Saying goodbye? "For Good" (Wicked soundtrack)
Frustrated? New Order's "Love Less," James' "Say Something" (Laid)
Family whatever? Kanye West's "Family Business" (College Dropout)
Comfort song? Stevie Wonder's "Knocks Me Off My Feet" (Close of the Century collection)

I think everyone has their own soundtrack -- or if you're like me, multiple ones. Not all of these are even good songs. Sometimes it just takes a killer beat with the right resonant phrase. Seriously -- thank God for music.


Break it down like this.

Crushless in August

I don't know what that says. You might say it's healthy that there's no male object of fantasy, especially after last month's acknowledgement of idealization issues. You might say having a series of nightmares about past boyfriends and their self-centeredness or some recent close-but-not-really options has tired me to the gender in general. Or maybe in a month soon to come I'll actually have a real crush, who can say.

But like Jennifer Aniston, I've been through therapy, I'm learning to deal, and I still believe in happily ever after (with some hard work, of course).

On Being 20...For the Last Time

Turning 29 -- I'm told -- is actually worse than turning 30. 29 is the oldest year of your 20s, whereas 30 is the very bottom of your 30s. Yeah, I don't really buy it either. At 29, I'm in my last year of quasi-youth (and quickly losing it).

At the same time, I certainly will not miss the decade of much self-imposed angst, drama and general confusion about my identity. You enter your 20s thinking you have it all figured out with a nice laundry list of goals to achieve by the big 3-0. You leave them realizing you are probably just about starting adulthood. Career path: uncheck. Life's calling: uncheck. Marriage: uncheck. Prospects: TBD.

But according to Psalm 139, my whole life was intimately mapped out for me before I was even born. And I can proudly say as I enter my 30th year of life, that that makes me breathe a nice big sigh of relief. It means I don't have to give in to the sex-and-power-driven rules this world abides by -- and meanwhile, the possibilities of where laundry-list items 1-4 can go are endless. As I read meaningful notes written to me from a few close friends today, I felt one thing only: grateful. Grateful I made it through another year without giving in, grateful to have real friendships that have withstood some pretty hard times, grateful that my life with God gives me a future with hope as I've seen hope crumble over many others' terrible 20s. I'm less in control than I've ever been...and it feels great.


Me clinging for dear life on a Sit 'n' Spin. Things can only go up from here.

What is Good

Meanwhile the Emperor Penguins are doing great. There is hope left in this world.


You know that girl who obsesses over anything cuddly and non-human? I'm so not that girl -- but I can't find fault with this little bun. Apparently neither can millions of movie watchers.

Jenifa, Oh Jenny

Stop the presses. Jennifer has spoken.

Hearing snippets of the article that is on it's way to my mailbox, I don't deny it, only confirms what my ESP already told me about the Brennifer fallout. Contrast Jenifa's vulnerability with Brad's vague talk of their altered form of love and I don't know what with Angelina, and I gotta say badly done, Brad. Badly done.

Thing is, there will always be someone hotter out there. Jude did it to Sienna, Brad to Jennifer and there are countless other stories. Of course, that also means that there's someone even hotter than Angelina and the Nanny, too. It comes down to that damn human you-can-never-get-enough-of-what-you-don't-really-need nature.

Other headlines today: Renee Zellweger is Having Marriage Problems and Jessica and Nick Rumored to Have Filed for Divorce. Those are both big shockers, I know.