Fashionistas you have arrived 3-25-03 - 10-3-03 - Page 1220

leagleaze · 08-13-2003, 06:25 PM

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Originally posted by Shape Shifter
I'm sure you can get a fine lawyer for $19.95.

http://czfantasy.com/cgi-bin/czfstor...alogno=jloring

(spree: shows pink)

Just get the whole kit. It's cheap and you can sell it and EARN A FABULOUS PROFIT!

Greedy,Greedy,Greedy · 08-13-2003, 06:26 PM

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Originally posted by mmm3587

If, in one year, you can get

(a) a 1.5 carat ring of X quality for Y dollars with a DB stone;

(b) a 2 carat ring of X quality for Y dollars with a synthetic stone;

(c) a 1 carat ring of X quality for Z (which is <Y) dollars with a DB stone; or

(d) a 1 carat ring of X quality for W (which is <Z<Y) dollars with a synthetic stone;

which would you buy?

I think I would buy an A quality for W (which is <Z>Y=Q) dollars, probably with an SM stone.

But then, my X quality and Y dollars weren't much to begin with.

ThrashersFan · 08-13-2003, 06:27 PM

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Originally posted by Greedy,Greedy,Greedy
Originally posted by mmm3587
This all goes to my research on how otherwise intelligent, independent, successful women make a lot of life and consumer choices today based on feelings and beliefs which have been programmed into them by society.

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Originally posted by robustpuppy
Men are so lucky this doesn't happen to them.
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We are, aren't we?

Which is why I have all the best electronics!

I am not a jewelry fan. Of diamonds I own a pair of earrings, a pendant and my wedding rings which my husband insisted had to have diamonds in them because he didn't want to look like an ass in front of other people -- I gave in but was able to finally convince him that big stones look gaudy on me and got something tasteful. To me, jewelry is a waste of money. On the other hand, my 61inch TV is way fucking cool and worth every penny.

Shape Shifter · 08-13-2003, 06:28 PM

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Originally posted by leagleaze

Just get the whole kit. It's cheap and you can sell it and EARN A FABULOUS PROFIT!

Unfortunately, that may be a positive career move for me right now.

W.W.L.D. · 08-13-2003, 06:29 PM

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Originally posted by ABBAKiss
Isn't JLo herself in her 30s?

Born July 24, 1970.

NotFromHere · 08-13-2003, 06:30 PM

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Originally posted by robustpuppy
Men are so lucky this doesn't happen to them.

Right, like buying a Porsche v. Minivan isn't really about driving 55 mph on the freeway.

SEC_Chick · 08-13-2003, 06:31 PM

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Originally posted by ABBAKiss
Isn't JLo herself in her 30s?

I thought about that as i typed. She is in her 30s. I still think that there is something wrong with an otherwise normal (but perhaps not if she dated Robert for 1.5 years) woman over 21 who wants to BE her, to the point of wearing around a jaunty pink cap. Erika took a special pride in pointing out her JLo boots and hat and other attire. I can see picking out elements of someone's style and making them your own. But that just seems weird.

ABBAKiss · 08-13-2003, 06:32 PM

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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
blow job...implicit permission to fuck some skanky hooker...bitchy trophy wife secretary down the hall

Vulgarity, even in conjunction with multisyllabic words, is not pretty. Clean it up.

bilmore · 08-13-2003, 06:33 PM

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Originally posted by ABBAKiss
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...someone in their 30s trying to be Jlo seems wrong...

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Isn't JLo herself in her 30s?

The statement still works, then.

Anne Elk · 08-13-2003, 06:33 PM

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Originally posted by mmm3587
I think both are likely to happen: half-price manufactureds will happen, and they'll cause DeBeer's prices to drop.

So, let's say you can today buy a 1 carat ring of X quality for Y dollars, and that ring represents the break-even point in utility for you: it's worth the same utility to you to have Y dollars as it would be to have that ring.

If, in one year, you can get

(a) a 1.5 carat ring of X quality for Y dollars with a DB stone;

(b) a 2 carat ring of X quality for Y dollars with a synthetic stone;

(c) a 1 carat ring of X quality for Z (which is <Y) dollars with a DB stone; or

(d) a 1 carat ring of X quality for W (which is <Z<Y) dollars with a synthetic stone;

which would you buy?

This changes the hypo, but I'm just curious what people's motivations are for the purchasing choices they make.

This all goes to my research on how otherwise intelligent, independent, successful women make a lot of life and consumer choices today based on feelings and beliefs which have been programmed into them by a society which has been historically male dominated and dedicated, in some ways, to keeping women "in their roles" and otherwise repressing them. Although, when I put it that way, it makes me sound very paternalistic, which I don't think I am, honey.

b or d. I'm anti-DeBeers after reading a book about the history of the diamond industry years ago.

evenodds · 08-13-2003, 06:34 PM

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Originally posted by SEC_Chick
I thought about that as i typed. She is in her 30s. I still think that there is something wrong with an otherwise normal (but perhaps not if she dated Robert for 1.5 years) woman over 21 who wants to BE her, to the point of wearing around a jaunty pink cap. Erika took a special pride in pointing out her JLo boots and hat and other attire. I can see picking out elements of someone's style and making them your own. But that just seems weird.

She seems otherwise balanced, so I am thinking the I want to BE her came from as a response to a producer's questions.

ThrashersFan · 08-13-2003, 06:35 PM

By LOUIS BAYARD

Bravo's "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" may be the hottest show on television right now -- no less an authority than Entertainment Weekly has declared it "summer's breakout hit." But frankly, it's becoming a major problem for some of us out here in the gay community. So, in hopes of turning the lavender tide before anyone else gets swept away, I offer this open letter to the show's producers. Additional signatories welcome.

Hey Guys:

Don't get me wrong. I love the show. Really. The whole "Fab 5" thing, with the glamour homos swooping in on the hapless straight guy and rendering him fit for society, love, career ... It's all a great big 10-gallon hoot and a half. Love the bitchy quips. Love the grooming tips. Love it when the style queens gather in the closing minutes like beer swillers at a sports bar to cheer their boy into the end zone.

But your show is placing enormous pressure on me and on the great silent majority of gay men who (I'm extrapolating here) really aren't that fab. Think -- please think! -- about the message you are conveying to straight America. They come away believing that every homosexual is a hairstylist, runway model, interior designer, oenophile, chef and cultural commissar wrapped up in a form-fitting ribbed tee. It just ain't so.

If I could describe to you the office in which this dispatch is being typed, you would be shocked -- shocked! -- at the level of squalor that a gay man, if he puts his mind to it, can attain. To the wall above me cling the shreds of a wallpaper border that was chosen by a 7-year-old boy -- the son of my house's previous owners. Did I take down this mincing little frieze of choo-choos and sailboats and big baby-blue airplanes and replace it with something more Tuscan or Grecian? I did not. Have I made any sorties against the spider web that has been gathering insect carcasses behind my bookcase since the middle Cambrian Period? I have not. Have I, at any time in the last decade, changed the cat litter that is even now stinging my nostrils with its effluvium? No indeed.

Ah, but that doesn't matter. Gay men are great cooks, right? I mean, it's hard-wired right into our little Calphalon hypothalami, isn't it? Well, yesterday morning, I burned half a rasher of bacon. This was not one of those I-was-distracted-by-a-gunshot-and-a-loud-ungodly-cry kind of situations. No, I was there the whole time, watching the bacon resolve into soot and fume ... strangely helpless to stop it ... waiting, waiting for something -- a smoke alarm, as it turned out -- to jar me into action.

And after I pulled my carbonized fat off the fire? I ate it.

Oh, and you know that tip "Grooming Guru" Kyan gave on a recent episode, about applying hair product from back to front? Tried it. I looked like Speed Racer after he takes off his helmet.

As for this clothes sense that we gay men are alleged to have ... well, I guess you just haven't smelled my sandals lately. You weren't there the other night when I was rifling through my dresser drawer for a single pair of hole-free socks -- I'm still looking. You didn't see the Gap shirt I threw on yesterday, the one so tessellated by wrinkles it seemed to be made of foil. You didn't see me trying to match a red tee to a pair of blue-and-white glen-plaid shorts. Or the look on my partner's face when he stopped me just in time. "The horror," said that look. "The horror."

I haven't shaved in four days. I haven't had my shoes polished in three years. I wouldn't know an exfoliant from an exterminant. Don't you see? I lose this game on all points. And yet, thanks to you and your show, no one will believe me. Loved ones and strangers alike persist in thinking that my brain must be a golden hoard of exotic knowledge. They expect me to know the names of every kind of lily. They expect me to distinguish Tiffany from Baccarat from Sears. They scour my medicine cabinets for moisturizers that have never lived there. My brother called the other day and asked me where I thought interest rates were heading. Interest rates?

If you guys keep driving home this vision of homosexual supercompetence, you will leave me but one alternative: I will have to demand that the Fab 5 come over and remake my life, too. Then you will see that slovenliness knows no sexuality. It droppeth as does the sludgy rain from heaven, afflicting him that loves women and him that loves men.

So come on, Fab 5. Help me be the gay man I should be. And hurry. This cat litter is really starting to reek.

Yours very sincerely,

Queer Guy with a Straight Eye

Pretty Little Flower · 08-13-2003, 06:37 PM

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Originally posted by ABBAKiss
Vulgarity, even in conjunction with multisyllabic words, is not pretty. Clean it up.

Lick my pussy.

ABBAKiss · 08-13-2003, 06:37 PM

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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
Lick my pussy.

Bitch please.

mmm3587 · 08-13-2003, 06:38 PM

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Originally posted by ThrashersFan
I am not a jewelry fan. Of diamonds I own a pair of earrings, a pendant and my wedding rings which my husband insisted had to have diamonds in them because he didn't want to look like an ass in front of other people -- I gave in but was able to finally convince him that big stones look gaudy on me and got something tasteful. To me, jewelry is a waste of money. On the other hand, my 61inch TV is way fucking cool and worth every penny.

Just to list a few of the things we know about you:

big tits, good body, vegetarian, drives an f-body, likes to drink, not materialistic, willing to give blow jobs and have sex a lot, like sports and electronics, seems reasonably smart, makes good money

I'm convinced that you're my secretary's fantasy (of mine) sock. I knew I shouldn't have e-mailed her stuff to post while out of the office. Sandy, when you get a chance, can you come in here and get my time sheets and take these blacklines to Bob in Employee Benefits?