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Hair Round Deux

I'm turning into some sort of hair blogger.

Picture 22.png(In front of my green screen for PJTV in my office/studio this morning.)

Last night I went back to my genius stylist, Heather at Elan Salon, to get my second Brazilian treatment. A lot of you asked how well my hair held up in the waning weeks of the first treatment; honestly it did pretty well. Towards the end of the first cycle I did have to work a bit more with the hair dryer and use my flat iron some but even then it took me only about a half hour in total as opposed to a two whole whopping hours like before. Also, I could still dry my hair without a diffuser and it wouldn't hiss at me and reach to the ceiling. It was still soft and easy to manage and I could let it air dry without it going totally bonkers.

Last night the process took a shorter amount of time to complete, honestly, I wasn't watching the clock because we were too busy talking about the Vanity Fair magazine I was reading and how happy we were that my sartorial idol, Helena Bonham Carter, was on their best-dressed list.

Heather applied a gloss, very subtle color, and the keratin to my hair in total. I haven't colored my hair in ten years and back then when I did I dyed my hair black. She used a subtle chocolate brown to hide the brassiness and redness that tends to show in my ends, those well-worn parts of our hair. I have Irish in my family and red hair in my family and I am a cool tone type of girl, meaning that when I dyed my hair red when I was 19 it looked like I had a head wound oh, and AWFUL.

I had Heather cut my bangs a little shorter than last time only because my hair loooooves the very healthy keratin (think of it as extreme conditioning) and thus I swear it grew faster than normal.

Very happy with the results; I'll be doing this treatment for as long as they exist - I'd do it based on the amount of time it saves me every day alone, not to mention how much better my hair does and looks with it now. I should also note that when I was in the makeup chair at Wendy Williams the stylist went nuts over it, loved it (I love her stylist, FYI. I wanted to pack him up in my luggage and have him do my makeup FOR EVER) - a stark contrast to the HOUR I spent in his chair previously before I had the treatment. Good times. 

Here are photos and video from the first time around:

A Whole Other Type of Brazilian

Hair Update

Side note: I've been traveling a lot lately and will be doing some more before we hit mid-fall, for speaking things and a premiere of a documentary film in which I'm featured. More on that later.

On Marketers and PR

I woke up this morning, signed the kids up for their co-op classes, finished cataloging the leftover supplements I had from Liam's old kindergarten curriculum, did a hit with CNBC, and will be appearing on Larry King again tonight shortly to talk about stuff half of you don't want to hear. Them eeeeevil politickin thangs!

But not before I glanced in my inbox and took a quick count of the forty or so press releases sent to me just today. Yes, you read that right. JUST TODAY. A gob of them were marketers checking in. Did you get our press release about this INSERT PRODUCT NAME HERE? Do you need further images or would you like to spend an inordinate amount of free time you don't have to give us free publicity for our products or services without the courtesy of so much as an offer of any sort of reimbursement? Why no, thanks, I would not like to spend an inordinate amount of free time I don't have to fake desire to perform a function for you, for free, that most people with two brain cells to rub together either a) request payment for or b) offer some sort of reimbursement. 

Is that harsh? 


Look, my bag isn't products and reviews and all of that, there are some chicks who do it, rock out with your socks out, but that's not my scene. Last year I spoke about this and made the remark that there are a whole lot of women bloggers out there who don't recognize their worth, be it skill or with time. There are a lot of marketers out there who don't get that the majority of us don't exist to serve as the Flava Flav to their particular product. I get bored simply thinking about press releases and hi-res jpegs of crap I don't care about, to say nothing of the energy it would require to fake enthusiasm about it in written form. I feel more, and more varied, women bloggers should speak up about this and marketers shouldn't assume that we care to have our inboxes filled up with eleventy perfrillion press releases when, if you're like me, you receive on average a couple of hundred emails per day. 

Basically, don't send me your press releases or expect me to do anything other than hit DELETE unless you do two of these three things, a) being non-negotiable:

a) Realize that I'm a capitalist. I work hard to sustain myself and my family. If you expect me to take more than a fleeting glance of a moment away from my family for the sake of your product you best make it worth my while and while you're at it, have the same consideration for the copious amount of other women bloggers as well.

b) Don't send me an email about your amazing product/trip/service without offering me or any other blogger to whom you write the opportunity to partake of it themselves. 

c) Don't send me an email about your amazing product/trip/service without offering my readers a chance to partake of it. 

People love getting stuff or being able to give stuff to their readers. Unless you just fell off the turnip truck, realize this. 

Look, I have nothing against people out there doing their jobs and I appreciate the marketing and now super-saturated market of mom blog reviews and the like because there are women now able to bring in a little something extra to their households where perhaps they were unable to before. I get it. I'm glad for it. Imaginary noisemakers and related celebratory noises here. But please don't assume that a woman's time isn't valuable or that she has the time to dig the important emails out from under the debris of press releases, and don't hound her if she's unable or unwilling, because you as a marketer completely forgot the courtesy of making something worth her while, regardless whether or not she's on the radio every day or a regular stay-at-home-mom working her skills and juggling kids, bills, and errands. Don't think that "reimbursement" means the simple recognition of having sent a press release to a bloggers, either. They're worth a lot more than that. Yes, I've known of companies who've operated in such a manner. 

Also, big government be damned. I've disclosed in the past, a couple years ago when I still did a rare product mention, without Uncle Sam getting all up in my bidness.


Since the beginning of summer I've had an intern, Kramer-style, with me for three days a week. A tight schedule of daily radio, television commentary, not to mention the daily family routine which includes home education has made it to where I have to have some help for a certain amount of hours per week. It's also a great way for someone who wants to study the weird amalgam of broadcasting-plus-social media in which I've seemed to envelope myself these last two years to learn firsthand. 

Julia's summer internship is winding down and she returns to the east coast at the end of the month. To say that I'm beyond bummed is an understatement; it's like when you lose a pet and you don't want to get a new puppy because OMG THE PAIN - and I'm not comparing her to a pet but you get the idea. I'll be starting over again with a new intern this fall, right after I got so used to Julia being around. Just this morning she texted: At Starbucks. Venti or grande this morning?

And then I began the adoption proceedings. 

Everyone at the station has taken to her and she's become our collective kid sister; Church, my news guy, my producer Kevin, and myself have been helping her refine her iTunes library and every day Church has a new artist whose music she must download so she can go back to college and be all pretentious and snotty about music. 

The boys are used to her being around and Liam asked when we were going to put a silhouette of her on the wall, right by his and Ewan's silhouettes. I didn't explain to him that mama would have had to be nine-years-old for that to be possible. OMG. Just typing that made me feel absolutely decrepit. 

I'm going to miss her when she goes back to school; this has been the craziest summer of my life and she's been a tremendous help while I try to balance several plates and finish a massive project, helping with prep while I'm stuck at different airports or rushing here and there. By the time she's finished with school she'll be a force to be reckoned with. I look forward to seeing the transformation. 

And now my ovaries hurt. 

This summer swallowed me up. But like that gross concluding scene in MIB 1, I fought it from the inside and blasted it open with a laser gun. 

Thoughts of the summer:

- Sometimes when I've nothing left to string together a sentence, bullets rock. 

- I love my kids. They are so unbelievable well-behaved and I know that every mother likes to think that of her own kids but no, mine have been golden considering the pressure that their mother has been under, they've risen to the challenge of having a mother who accidently graded one of their papers with a lip liner pencil while sitting on the toilet painting her toenails before doing a radio show later that afternoon and a hit on Larry King. They've learned so much too, just by the nature of soaking up everything that sloshes off my palette. 

- I'm very fortunate. Not just to be living in this country and for the opportunities I've helped to earn but simply for the clear head to recognize it all. 

- We have to get a new car. I don't want a car payment. I've loved not having one but now we're at the point where there's not avoiding it. I joke about driving a Mercedes S Class 550 (black, black leather interior) but I don't need things ostentatious for the sake of it, just something that does the job and isn't a clown car of death. Groan. 

- The grass is always greener on the other side of the septic tank, Bombeck once wrote. 

- Ewan officially starts school this year. Yesterday he helped me check the mail and read off the senders on the envelopes. I have no idea how he did it. He knows his vowels and many of his blends but he's just now K5 this year. He read them off, placed them on the console in the living room, and walked off on his still small, not-quite-gross-yet baby ham feet. 

- Mmmm, ham. 

- I need a vacation. After my last whirlwind trip to NYC where I had to work after doing Wendy's show (soooo fun) and a bit of seeing the city, I returned and literally set up camp in the corner of our sofa where I resided all weekend, moving only when necessary. We watched documentaries, we read, together and separately, and it was the most amazing weekend I've had in such a long time. I purposefully stayed in my pajamas and so did the boys most of the day Saturday. It stormed outside, ruining a pool day, and we hunkered down under quilts. It's one of those weekends that will stay in my memory, one of the things I bring forth in my mind whenever times get stressful and I need a place to retreat to mentally. 

- KISS on Jay Leno. They sound as good as they did 20 years ago. 

- Little mini Oreos. Excellent way to trick the mind into thinking that you can eat more because they're smaller.

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