Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Am I Boring You?
Seriously. What's with the lack of comments lately? Are you on summer vacation, reading crappy romances on the beach and downing Coronas at an exponential rate? Am I not giving you what you want (not that I do that, as seen below)?Here, let's try this. Remember my Consumer Corner? Let's do it again, shall we?
Consumer Corner
Hot:
Mephistos are awesome shoes. I first found out about them after being diagnosed with plantar fasciitis a few years ago. I was told to do a shit load of stretches and that I could either buy some quality shoes or shell out big bucks for custom orthotics. I decided that any excuse to buy new shoes was good enough for me ("But honey, the Dr. said I had to buy new shoes!"), so off to the shoe store I went. Both Birkenstocks and Mephistos have cork souls which, after time, conform to your foot and give you a custom orthotic that is much more stylish than the insertable kind. These are the Helen sandals and I have one in brown (bought at Zappos) and one in black (bought at a shop while in Ghent, Belgium). My only complaint is that the leather stretches out quickly and they get pretty loose. Maybe a shoe shop could fix it?
Not:
Now I know this lovely purple razor looks nice and girly and supposedly has "exclusive microfine safety wires [that] help protect you from nicks and cuts," but I proved them wrong this past weekend. You know how your knees always have hair on them no matter how much you shave them (or is it just me)? Well, I was determined not to have a knee hair exposed (or a hoo-ha hair, but I had no trouble with them) while I lounged at a friend's pool, so I shaved those puppies raw. I bent my knee as far as it would bend and shaved it, thinking the razor would have better contact with the hair that way. Well, the razor had better contact with MY FLESH that way and those damn wires that come down vertically over the razors did nada to protect my stratum corneum.
You want evidence? (Can you believe I'd take a picture of this? After I cut myself I called Huz from the shower to make him come and see the blood that was running down my leg. A few minutes later he heard the camera going off. I think he was mortified that I'd take a picture of my knee carnage and post it. My response? "Hon, do you think I give the people what they want? No. I give them what I want.")
Anyway, here's proof that the Silk Effects razor is really a sausage maker with a purple handle.
You're welcome. |
