Tuesday, November 4, 2008

And The Winner Is...


Not us, if Michelle Obama does not get herself a stylist. Quick!

I make it a habit not to discuss politics here, although, I did think it was important that everyone should get out there and vote. And it was great to see that this election brought out the voters big time. But...

I have to say that I was horrified by our soon-to-be First Lady's dress tonight. That was NOT an acceptable outfit for the First Lady of the United States of America. What was that anyway? Why didn't someone stop her? I can appreciate the fact that she wanted to some how match her daughter's outfits but with THAT dress? Noooooo! Somebody needs to get in there and help her out. Send in the Style Emergency crew STAT!

On the other hand, Malia and Natasha (Sasha) looked beautiful and their dresses were adorable.


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A Family Who Votes Together...


Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick, took their son James Wilkie with them to cast their votes at the polls in New York City today. They are a cute family, aren't they?


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Today Is The Day!

If you have not already done so, get out there and vote! And then go home and thank God that this election is almost over. No more proposition commercials, no more crazy people sharing their insane political opinions, and no more election coverage on TV...after today of course. Woo hoo! Thank God!

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Part Deux

Here's another one. My mon ami put this one together a few years back and just sent it to me per begging him for it. C'est très magnifique! I hope you like it too.

"Torrey Canyon" by Serge Gainsbourg, as applied to the Godard film "Band Of Outsiders" (Bande A Part)

J' taime 1960's Frenchies

I could watch this stuff for hours...

France Gall - 1968

Friday, October 31, 2008

Holding My Breast...

You many have noticed that I, Dear Gabby, have disappeared for most of the month of October. There is a reason for that. In light of it being Breast cancer ( the c word does not deserve to be capitalized) Awareness Month and because of the whole thing with Christina Applegate being diagnosed with breast cancer, I decided to get my first mammogram. It was not a pleasant experience. They tell you to put your arm here, put your hand here, face your feet this way, turn the top of your body that way, keep your head up, hold your other boob this way, don't move, and then pull-smash-crank-clamp-don't breathe...OUCH!

Not fun, but I was happy that I was doing it and happy that I was getting it over with. On the way out of the office, the receptionist said, "See ya next year!" I was happy yet again to hear those 4 little words as I thought I would not have to endure this again for a whole year. Yes!

And then the next day, I get a voicemail from the Breast Center saying that I need to call them back. I didn't like that message but I figured that maybe they needed more insurance information or something like that. I called back right away and they said that I needed additional scans on my right breast. That didn't sound so good so I called my mom who was having drinks with a couple of friends and both of her friends said that they too had had to go back for more scans on occasion. This made me feel better.

The next available appointment that they had was on my birthday. I politely declined that appointment. For one thing, I was planning on spending my birthday in Palm Springs and the other thing was I didn't want to have my right breast scanned on my birthday! So, I had to wait another week for the second mammogram.

I went in and they told me that they had seen "something" in my right breast. Cancer runs in my family. Not breast cancer but cancer none the less, so that is not something that a girl wants to hear...EVER. They pulled and squished my boob again and stuck me in a different room while the doctor looked over the results. The results were that the doctor wanted me to go back in the mammogram room to get pulled and squished some more. Then I was sent back into the (waiting/examining) room again so that the doctor could review the results, all the while wearing a pink poncho that ties in the front. The nurse came back again and told me that this time I was getting an ultrasound. So, off I went in my pink poncho to get the ultrasound. After the ultrasound, the nurse left me on the table and placed a towel over my boob before she left the room. By now you would think that I would be hyperventilating or sobbing, but I wasn't doing either. I was comfortably numb.

The mysterious doctor who I had yet to lay eyes on up until this moment, walked into the room and started doing another ultrasound. While he was doing this, he was asking me questions about my right breast. "Have you ever had surgery?" No. "Have you ever had a biopsy?" No. "Have you ever had radiation?" No. "You've never had any surgery?" NO.

In between all of this, he is all, blah blah blah to the nurse in a language that I don't understand. The medical language. So at this point, I interrupt them and say WHAT DO YOU SEE? He said, "I don't see a mass and I don't see a nodule, but I see a breaking of the tissue which looks like scar tissue." This makes me feel good and sick to my stomach at the same time because after all, he does see something and he is concerned. He then tells me that he will call my doctor and decide if I should have an MRI or if I should get a biopsy. I'm hoping for the MRI because as much as I want to know and get this over with, I'm also not crazy about a needle going into my boob!

Two days later my doctor calls and says that I'm getting an MRI. An hour later, one of her people calls me and says that she now wants me to see a breast specialist. I of course, think that there is hidden meaning in all of this. Why did her person call me back? Why am I now seeing a breast specialist? WHY? WHY? WHY?

So, I took a chill pill and called the specialist...4 days later. I know what you're thinking, but it took me a while to chill. I needed to sit with it for a few days. When I finally did call, I got an appointment for November 11. That was the soonest they had, until yesterday when I got a call from them. They said that they had a cancellation and could get me in on November the 5th. This was good news but it was also terrible, awful, awful news. Why did they call ME when they got the cancellation??? I didn't ask them to do that. Do they need to get me in there fast???? Was I 1st on the cancellation list???? What's up with that???!!! WHY? WHY? WHY?

To say the very least, I have been completely paranoid and on edge this month...holding my breath. Every time I see Christina Applegate on TV or anywhere else, I think it's a sign. She had breast cancer and there she is so I must have breast cancer too. And then I tell myself to CUT THE CRAP AND CHILL THE FUCK OUT!

So, that's what I've been doing this month. I lost my shit for a while but I am getting it together and re-entering the Earth's atmosphere now. No more hiding. I'm cutting the crap and chilling the fuck out. One moment at a time.

I'll let you know what happens on Wednesday after visiting the breast specialist. If you would, say a little prayer for me:)

Monday, October 20, 2008

Party At Borat's House


Sacha Baron Cohen and Isla Fisher threw a BBQ birthday party for their daughter, Olive, over the weekend for her first birthday.

All of Olive's closest friends were there including: Ben Stiller, Jennifer Aniston, Courtney Cox, and newlyweds Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi.


No sign of the Jen's on-again-world's-best-schmucky-boyfriend, John Mayer. He was busy blogging about her.


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Sunday, October 19, 2008

R.I.P. Mr. Blackwell

The man who created the annual "Worst-Dressed List," Mr. Blackwell, has died.

Mr. Blackwell began his career in fashion during the 1950's with his own clothing line business that he had for 35 years. By the 60's, he had become one of the top designers in Los Angeles, dressing clients like Jane Russell, Dorothy Lamour, Jayne Mansfield, Peggy Lee, Nancy Reagan and Corretta Scott King.

Blackwell's notorious list wasn't only targeted at actors and singers as he would also go after the Royals. He named Camilla Parker-Bowles "The Duchess of Dowdy."

Even though his list wasn't one that anyone would particularly want to be on, if you did make the list, at least it meant that you were famous.

Blackwell's health had been failing recently. His publicist, Harlan Boll, said that Mr. Blackwell had died Sunday afternoon at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles due to complications from an intestinal infection. He was 86 years old.

Here is a little advice that Mr. Blackwell left us with: "Dressing well really IS the best revenge!"


Saturday, October 18, 2008

Divorce Details Already Negotiated


It has only been two days since Madonna announced that she and Guy Ritchie were getting a divorce and true to Madonna style, a lot has already happened.

First off, Madonna made a not-so-subtle reference to her soon-to-be-ex-husband, Guy, when on the same day of the announcement, she performed a show in Boston and dedicated the song "Miles Away" to the "Emotionally Retarted." She then added, "Maybe you know some people who fall into that category. God knows I do."

Guy's father, John Ritchie, responded to her on-stage comments by saying, "She is being beastly. She's calling him an emotional retard. When he's being bashed by her it's horrid."

The last straw in their marriage is said to have been when Madonna made Guy decide if he would leave London to move to New York. He chose not to and that was it. The gloves came off.

Guy immiedietly made it known that he did not want a dime from Madonna. He just wanted their kids (or at least their son Rocco) to remain in London. Madonna on the other hand, wants all three of her kids, Lourdes, Rocco and David with her in New York. It looks like Guy won't be putting up a big fight on the custody front though, as she would most likely win that battle in court. He will probably go along with the idea of the kids living a New York/London life as long as he has full access to the kids.

And now The Sun is saying that the couple's divorce is already settled, aside from the kids. Guy will be getting their 1,200 acre country estate, their London pub The Punchbowl and a cash settlement to cover their London properties. Total value will be around $60 million. I'd say that is a little more than a dime but who's counting?

A source said, “The negotiations were relatively painless. Guy knew what he wanted and Madonna knew what she was keen to keep. There was a spell when Guy was in a mood to dig his heels in, but he decided this arrangement seemed reasonable and a long battle over money would make life unbearable.”

Considering that they didn't have a pre-nup, Madonna got real lucky.

As for who will get custody of the kids, that remains to be seen. But they are expected to reach a compromise.

In the meantime, Guy is planning on getting his groove on with the ladies. The source said, “Guy has always been very popular with women. They have thrown themselves at him throughout his marriage but he has always been utterly faithful. Now it’s all over he plans to have a little fun — something that has been missing from his life for far too long.”

I'm sure that there are an endless amount of chicks out there who would like to sleep with the man who's been sleeping with Madonna for the past ten years. Mythology baby.


Back In L.A.


Kate Hudson and her 4 year-old son Ryder were seen arriving at LAX from London on Friday.

She had been in London working on the film "Nine," also starring Daniel Day-Lewis, Nicole Kidman, Penélope Cruz, Sophia Loren, Dame Judi Dench, and Fergie.

Kate, who takes her fashion seriously, fully embraced the "bold" look of the Fall season by cramming as much jewelry that she could fit onto her left arm.


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