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Mrs. BLC’s Secret Girlfriends, Part 2

Ok, this is the unabashed Cover Girl edi­tion of Mrs. BLC’s Secret Girl­friends, because really, how can you not love Queen Lat­i­fah and Drew Bar­ry­more? I mean, really…

Pic­ture cour­tesy of Google Images.

Did you not see Chicago, and her show-stealing num­ber? Mama’ll be good to you, indeed. She was the first rap­per I ever liked, before M.C. Lyte or Salt N’ Pepa– “Ladies First” was all about the pos­i­tiv­ity, y’see, and the Queen has never stopped being about that. You never hear Ms. Owens talk­ing smack about any­one in pub­lic, or ever tak­ing the “woe is me” track when talk­ing about her own life– she doesn’t need to. She is a lady, and she just glows. She is savvy, and has par­layed her singing and rap­ping into suc­ces­sive TV shows, movies, and albums. She works, and she works it– she just keeps going, mov­ing for­ward. I don’t always like her movie choices, but hey– they keep com­ing, and she keeps suc­ceed­ing. And I love see­ing her as a model, since it’s clear she’s not a Q-Tip of a woman. The Queen is some­one who, if some­one brought you down, she’d cheer you up in a sec­ond and tell you a dirty joke to make you laugh. And her pres­ence drowns out all those sorry bas­tards who made you sad. All Hail the Queen!

Then there’s Drew. As my hus­band says, “She can res­cue any movie she’s in. She can act oppo­site a paper bag and still make it worth seeing.”

Google Images, again.

I love Drew for the same rea­son I love the Queen. She is not afraid of liv­ing, even if you don’t always agree with her choices. She has a zeal for life, and while she makes mis­takes, some­times in really pub­lic ways, she picks her­self up, dusts her­self off, and gets going all over again. She knows what she wants, tries to stay true to her ideals, and if she blows some­thing, she admits it and moves on, while try­ing to learn from the expe­ri­ence. Drew is also some­one I’d love to call if I was feel­ing blue– she’d send me a stripper-gram, or bring me burg­ers, if that’s what was needed. Plus? I really want her hair. Sorry, I know that’s shal­low, but really, with baby-fine, mousy-brown hair? I want her wavy locks. And her advice and laugh, but really, the hair, too.

Mrs. BLC’s Secret Girl(s)friend, Part 2

Ok, it’s per­haps anti­cli­mac­tic to name my new bra as my second-ever secret girl(s)friend, but really, meet my new inner beauty. I intro­duce to you the “Barely There” Invis­i­ble Look Under­wire Bra.

My girls are not as, ahem, gen­er­ous as the ones in this pic­ture, so I can use the light padding and under­wire to boost the lit­tle that I’ve got. How­ever, the between cup sizes thing (say, oh, between none, and just a lit­tle?) can be uncom­fort­able. I stuck with the Victoria’s Secret T-Shirt bras for a long time after replac­ing my Cacique Invis­i­ble bras (damn you, VS, for swal­low­ing Cacique whole!)– I stuck with them for too long. But, a few months ago, I went shop­ping with my friend C at the nearby out­let cen­ter, and she pur­chased some of these bras on the rec­om­men­da­tion of the slightly-too-earnest-and– somewhat-stalkery sales­woman at the Hanes/Bali/Leggs store. (We also bought some of Barely There’s under­wear, which I already knew was the next most com­fort­able thing to going with­out.) C. reported the very next day that this bra was her new best friend.

You know what? C. is right (well, she’s always right, but she’s espe­cially right here)– this bra is my new best friend, which in my mind means that I feel com­fort­able– no more grab­bing at slid­ing straps, or tug­ging at creep­ing chest bands. The fab­ric is soft, it’s smooth under fab­ric, and while it’s not sexy, it feels good on, like flan­nel jam­mies for your breasts. It stays put– no more falling out or stuff­ing back in. And… I don’t even notice I’m wear­ing it. Plus? I noticed that my side pro­file looked just a tad bit bustier than it has in the past– it made my rack look like, well, a rack, rather than a shelf, or a board, or what­ever. (Why do we call it a rack? Racks are flat, aren’t they?) I stood straighter, walked taller, smiled more, and got flirted with three times on Mon­day and twice today. And that, cher Read­ers, is the test, since I’ll take all the flirt­ing I can get. I am so totally going back in the next two weeks to buy some more.

Stealing and Sharing: Mrs. BLC’s Secret Girlfriends

Some peo­ple say that lawyers are inca­pable of cre­ative thought. It’s not true! As many as 25% of all lawyers are capa­ble of cre­ative thoughts… the other 75% are mostly really good at adapt­ing oth­ers’ work to make it look like their own. So, in the spirit of wan­ton theft adap­ta­tion, I’d like to share with you an idea for your own adaptation.

Who doesn’t admire Mrs. G? Who doesn’t jump up and down to see a new post in their reader? And who doesn’t enjoy her Secret Boyfriend posts? Like­wise, what fem­i­nist doesn’t pause for thought at the media and adver­tis­ing crit­i­cisms that some­times appear at the back of Ms.? (it’s been a decade long time since I read it, I will admit.) You prob­a­bly also enjoy read­ing Alejna’s posts about her Kick-Ass women project. (If you don’t know the KAWP, go! I’ll be here when you’re done…) So while I was in the shower this morn­ing, all of these ideas coa­lesced while I was think­ing about a free­lance idea I’ve been mean­ing to use for a pitch– but I don’t think I’m going to get it done. And since I was re-reading my free­lance writ­ing bible yes­ter­day (rec­om­mended by the won­der­ful, amaz­ing Mrs. Chicken), I’ve decided to take their advice and share my unused ideas.

So… start­ing today, I’d like to share the idea of Mrs. BLC’s Secret Girl­friends, a randomly-ocurring seri­ous of inspir­ing women whose work, self-confidence, intel­li­gence, grace, and some­times down­right hawt­ness make me wish they were my real girl­friend– women I’d love to have over for din­ner and a bot­tle of wine or three. (Mr. BLC is being sar­cas­tic in the back­ground here, and telling me I should call the series “My own per­sonal Gayle.”) I might choose women in film/tv/stage, or musi­cians, or writ­ers, or other women of note. And I invite you all to adapt away. I’d love to see who you find inspiring.

I there­fore present Mrs. BLC’s first secret girl­friend, Glenn Close:

Mad act­ing skillz aside, Glenn Close is the epit­ome of grace­ful aging. She’s ath­letic, but not skinny. She’s taken roles that have brought her fame, then taken time off to raise her fam­ily out of the lime­light. She’s not afraid of play­ing unlike­able women, or vil­lians, or any damn role she pleases– and then mak­ing them human, which to me is the scary hard part. And, reader? Mrs. BLC would kill for upper arms like Ms. Close’s.

(I’m off to find my ten­nis racket.)

Pho­tos cour­tesy of msn.com and the Got Milk? photo site.