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________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________INTERNET WOMEN NEED TO KNOW THAT GYPSY ROSE LEE KEPT HER CLOTHES ON &... (c) Carrie Devorah:
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Long before there was the Internet, there was Gypsy Rose Lee. She broke men’s resistance, leaving them tongues to the floor, drooling. She kept her clothes on.
I am new to Instagram. I am not new to the world. Within minutes, make that seconds, of posting something cerebral, I was inundated with bawdy shots. I wish I knew less about the Internet than I do. I knew the how and the where I got hit with other women’s T’s & A’s. |
Let me explain that I have no issue with women’s bodies and parts, aside from having my own, I have photographed them and, yes, posed. Snappers get away with branding them art photos. It’s what you do after the race day is over. That said, fillies photos were not jetted around the world to strangers unknown. Nor shared via parties unknown. What made them sexy is the photos were private.
And the photos I took at race days were, well, logical.
My buddies were frustrated trying to photograph the contestants in little clothing vying for the car prize. The more my buddies leered, the more the women hunched their shoulders, pushing their upper arms in tighter covering up their twins, at least trying to.
Geez, I said to my fellow snappers, striding over to the women cowering from the men the women saw as keeping them from their prize, the outfitted car.
Logically I said, ladies, I am one of you. Lets be honest here, you did not get so fancied up like that spending time to pick the outfit you hoped would win you the car, only to show up here, huddle and miss your prize?
Well, of course, the girls responded to me. I pointed out the obvious things we shared in common. Setting their example, shoulders back, twins pointed forward, I got out of those girls images that oozed steam, well, from the guys of course, jealously waiting their turn to snap away. As I strode past checking out my images, my buddies asked incredulously what had I said to the women. The truth I said, they intended to win a car. I pulled that urge out of them, sharing the story of Gypsy Rose Lee as a guidance that sometimes clothes on, in public, can be more empowering than clothes off, as the internet is inundated with, as was my new Instagram account.
Gypsy Rose Lee made her name as an American burlesque entertainer, the inspiration for the movie, Gypsy. Rose Louise Hovick, her birth name, grew a reputation went far and wide. Her act hit the big time when her shoulder strap slipped and she popped a public ‘nip.’ A star was born.
And then one day, Ms. Lee gave a press conference.
She made the journalists and lookie-loos wait. Dressed neck to floor, finger gloves to arm and hat, she entered the room, sat down at the table and then answered questions. As she spoke she pulled off her gloves, one teeny tug at a time, until each finger was released then drawn to remove the other glove one teeny tug at a time. Then she undid her collar buttons, a one, a two and a three only to button them all the way back up again as did she replace her gloves, ending the press conference, leaving more than a handful of men leaving the room with their coats folded across their arm, hanging front of their…. Pants.
That is the art of the tease, of the strip. That is what Gypsy Rose Lee knew that the Kim K’s with all of their followers and fans don’t seem to get. It isn’t what you take off that counts, it can be what you leave on that matters, inspiring imagination.
Imagination drives men, make that real men. It is the tease of the texture, the science of the taste, the scent for sensation that drives a man wild. Cant forget those pheromones. Without those, the dance of desire isn’t there, like talking to someone you barely know to suddenly want that kiss but not know how to ask or understand if that is their desire, too.
There is a time and a place for the strip and the tease. There is the art of knowing how to bring that man to his knees.
Guess there is a bit of Kim K and Gypsy Rose Lee in all of us, just less, please, just not all over my Instagram…. As for that man, well,…. Its like Vegas. What goes on behind closed doors stays behind closed doors and in these days of iphones and hackings? I have no desire to break the internet.
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THE MOTHER OF THE GROOM SPEAKS (c) Carrie Devorah :
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THE MOTHER OF THE GROOM SPEAKS (c) Carrie Devorah :
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The Mother-of-the-Groom speech is the speech of a mother's lifetime. Or in my case, three speeches of a lifetime. I have three sons.
Girls spend their lifetime preparing for the moment, their wedding, this nuptial moment of forever after, and of 'happily.' I can only ever be the Mother-of-the-Groom. My reality was that my youngest getting married was my last chance to speak, as the Mother-of-the-Groom. |
Weddings 1 and 2, came and went too quickly. Notice of my giving speech one came somewhere between the soup and the entree. Notice of my giving speech 2 came just before the EDT, estimated delivery time.
Notice of Speech 3 came a month out from the wedding day, with the directive, 'two minutes and under.'
A mother's mind flurries with random thoughts, unkindness if shared publicly, events meaningful to mom out of place in a room filled with strangers there for the bride and groom, not to hear a mother recall the second she met the groom decades prior. Temptation is there to tell tales of what were, at the time, funny stories of son's dates gone bad or how discovery of your teen's online was handled. Artfully. I put the printout on his bed where he would see it. I said nothing. To this day. nothing still.
Looking for Mother-of-the-Groom speech ideas and inspiration, I went online to research, to see what other Mother-of-the-Groom have said. I typed into the magic internet subject search line 'best damn Mother-of-the-Groom speech ever.'
Hit with millions of hits of speeches and of youtube speeches of mothers-of-bride, sisters-of-bride, best man, maid of honor, dad, stepmother, father, grooms man, I waded, I surfed. I clicked. I laughed. I cried. I shared. There and here was a Mother-of-the-Groom speech to click. Here and there.
Overwhelmed, I took a step back. I reframed the purpose of my max-2- minute wedding speech. My role was to welcome the bride, my new daughter, to my family.
Comfortable in my theme, I framed out my opening and closing. I set my two to three points
1- daughter/son/joy
2- welcoming a new family in to our fold
With a smile in my heart, a blend of humor, originality and love, my Mother-of-the-Groom speech flowed. typed. Edited. Tightened. I never timed it. I planned to deliver a speech that is memorable.
Quality not quantity.
My son called every day. Two minutes, mom, he reminded me, two minutes. I was well under my assigned two minute wire. Two paragraphs. Edited. Tight. Brimming with joy, love, warmth and welcome- to a mother's greatest joy, a "daughter"in love with her boy.
My speech, I hope, sets a standard for Mother-Of-Grooms welcoming their son's Bride.
I said: "Never a traditional mom, I waited a long time for the jewels, the daughters I wanted. The expression goes that boys marry their mother. My sons compliment me. I have always answered when asked about my art, that my sons are my best portfolio pieces, my crown. As if it couldn’t get better. Tonight it does. My crown is complete. My 3rd daughter. My 3rd jewel.
Sarah, from this day forward, may you remain the ie-in Brad’s self, the Instant in Brad’s gram, the face in Brad’s book, the g- in Brad’s mail, the snap in Brad’s chat and the Apple of Brad’s i-pad.
Long after the Social goes out of Media, Sarah, it will be Brad and you. May you both forever remain LINKED IN by the CUBA Ketubah, the wedding contract I drew expressing my love I gift to you, to our families. Here’s to our joy. Sarah, Brad, ….. May life remain Tweet."
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WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL ABOUT RESTAURANT WEEK (c) Carrie Dev0rah :
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WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL ABOUT RESTAURANT WEEK (c) Carrie Dev0rah :
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Restaurant Week is like British double Decker buses. They are everywhere tourists are as is Restaurant Week.
What to expect is a learning curve that usually starts with sticker shock at the payout. The promoted $35 dinner does not include drinks, tax and tip. Dinner for two without liquor costs an easy almost $100 for food at a place with a limited menu. What a restaurant week eater is buying is branding and the cachet of being able to say " I ate at Posh, Fancy & Otherwise Expensive." That said, it is a can be a treat if the wait staff is courageous enough to go off Restaurant Week's menu to work with the diner ie. the soup/salad, entree. |
Dessert menu offered lettuce with strawberries, candied walnuts and cheese but ran out of strawberries. It took some Customer service courage for the waiter to buy in to swapping blueberries in for the strawberries the kitchen had run out of. Ignoring there is a Food market up the road for a Dash For Diners, the kitchen complied a swapping in blueberries for the strawberries the kitchen was out of creating a new dish the diner passed on as a thumbs up to the next table over being told by the waitstaff that dish, although on the menu, could not be served.
No strawberries.
Restaurant Week is food porn gone wild. Despite limited selection of dishes one gets their chance of a restaurant week lifetime to be seduced by the best of the best, most often, with the hope the diner will return or pass a recommendation forward.
Words to the wise to be wiser
Walk-in prepared to suggest sitting at the bar if you want to eat not wait, leave or even return when bookings are open. Tables are often booked out until late. Dont expect the concierge to make the offer. Truly, it's not that they are withholding the option. More often than not it isn't occurring to them.
Lunchtimes are typically the better deals. The selection, pretty much the same as dinner, is $10+ cheaper.
As personable as wait staff are, they are not rocket scientists, yet. Some of them are working their way through school towards bigger and better careers or running their own pop up, food truck and one day competitive restaurant. Things do happen like getting a dish with pork and crab in the fixings after specifically stating dietary verbotens. Ask. And if a mess up happens, ask again with a smile on your face. Grins get wait staff to go the extra mile.
Wait staff are typically not tour site aficionados, relocating from different parts of the country and world from either zipcode curiousity, careers or schooling. They wont necessarily know what is doing across the street. That is why God created Google. Most wait staff do have a sense of game and adventure like the out of town waitress who did approach the 9-11 bikers getting their memorial game on a month early. Sorta like the delayed bar mitzvah on elephant caravan in the jungle joke, the biker rallies transvering between the Pentagon, Pennsylvania and Twin Towers in New York City. The out-of-state waitress asked why the riders did not complete the triangle returning back to their starting point.
Awesome idea, as shared with the bikers dining well on Restaurant Week discounted faire, a triangle just like the shape of the flag fold given as honor to those that fell.
And that my friends, when it comes to comparing Dollars to Donuts, is why Restaurant Week is worth every penny. It brings together people who would not otherwise meet.
Let's do lunch now... the two-for-the-price-of $35…. Oh yeah, this is D.C. If you don’t ask, they don’t necessarily tell…. Oh yeah, one more thing, culinary tourists.... don't snap and Instagram your food porn. Courts have decided a chef and restaurant's presentation of their dish is Copyrighted. Remember, chew first, spit then shoot...
No strawberries.
Restaurant Week is food porn gone wild. Despite limited selection of dishes one gets their chance of a restaurant week lifetime to be seduced by the best of the best, most often, with the hope the diner will return or pass a recommendation forward.
Words to the wise to be wiser
Walk-in prepared to suggest sitting at the bar if you want to eat not wait, leave or even return when bookings are open. Tables are often booked out until late. Dont expect the concierge to make the offer. Truly, it's not that they are withholding the option. More often than not it isn't occurring to them.
Lunchtimes are typically the better deals. The selection, pretty much the same as dinner, is $10+ cheaper.
As personable as wait staff are, they are not rocket scientists, yet. Some of them are working their way through school towards bigger and better careers or running their own pop up, food truck and one day competitive restaurant. Things do happen like getting a dish with pork and crab in the fixings after specifically stating dietary verbotens. Ask. And if a mess up happens, ask again with a smile on your face. Grins get wait staff to go the extra mile.
Wait staff are typically not tour site aficionados, relocating from different parts of the country and world from either zipcode curiousity, careers or schooling. They wont necessarily know what is doing across the street. That is why God created Google. Most wait staff do have a sense of game and adventure like the out of town waitress who did approach the 9-11 bikers getting their memorial game on a month early. Sorta like the delayed bar mitzvah on elephant caravan in the jungle joke, the biker rallies transvering between the Pentagon, Pennsylvania and Twin Towers in New York City. The out-of-state waitress asked why the riders did not complete the triangle returning back to their starting point.
Awesome idea, as shared with the bikers dining well on Restaurant Week discounted faire, a triangle just like the shape of the flag fold given as honor to those that fell.
And that my friends, when it comes to comparing Dollars to Donuts, is why Restaurant Week is worth every penny. It brings together people who would not otherwise meet.
Let's do lunch now... the two-for-the-price-of $35…. Oh yeah, this is D.C. If you don’t ask, they don’t necessarily tell…. Oh yeah, one more thing, culinary tourists.... don't snap and Instagram your food porn. Courts have decided a chef and restaurant's presentation of their dish is Copyrighted. Remember, chew first, spit then shoot...
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911 IS WHY I INFORMATION SHARE (c) Carrie Devorah :
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911 IS WHY I INFORMATION SHARE (c) Carrie Devorah :
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I was called and told to turn the TV on and watch the TV. I was told the channel did not matter.
I did as told. I said I am heading to the police station, to work. I told my caller that if you don't hear from me by the end of the day, get my dogs. And then I went to work, in to the fall path of one of the buildings that would have been hit had the East Coast planes taken off. Building/Target 1 was the FBI building, where I was heading. Building/Target 2 was the Twin Financial Towers in Century City. I lived in that fall path. The sheriff I worked under called in. Something about the traffic on the 5. You could have bowled a clean throw all the way from LA to San Diego. Something about traffic. Word came down we were not to profile, cultures. We were to stay off the air. |
I taught my officers the buddy up system moms employ at Disney- pair up, pick a meeting time and place to check in with your buddy.
I found my officer's lover lost in the tri-state area on a bike ride while visiting her family. Thank God for names that are complicated. The 411 search hit 4 possibles within minutes. I found her lover. That day while the man who didnt come to work, the man who called our officers 'knuckledraggers' stayed away, traffic he said, I established myself to my officers as someone more than a civilian that they could trust, more than someone training under the man that called my officers names. Yes, my officers. We were a family that day and since.
I was just being me, to me. To them, I proved myself, my commitment to being there when some found excuses to stay away.
We got news of what was taking place in the down town of New York when I was able to get through to my friend whose husband missed Tower Two being hit as he was coming up from the subway. He was never a runner before. That day he ran as if his life was in danger. It was. He ran to a local hospital where he knew people. That New York connection was how I learned of the chemical warfare concerns, that day, that 9 1 1.
Survivors coming in to the hospital were put through showers and other decontaminant determinants. We knew what news was not reporting.
On the West Coast we were hearing news reports the East Coast was searching for white vans and limos.
On the West Coast we knew car dashboards and van seats would be carved out to stick someone inside.... and that is why I information share when I learn things because we never know how another set of ears hears our data or what they can contribute. Because the life I might save may be my own someday....
I found my officer's lover lost in the tri-state area on a bike ride while visiting her family. Thank God for names that are complicated. The 411 search hit 4 possibles within minutes. I found her lover. That day while the man who didnt come to work, the man who called our officers 'knuckledraggers' stayed away, traffic he said, I established myself to my officers as someone more than a civilian that they could trust, more than someone training under the man that called my officers names. Yes, my officers. We were a family that day and since.
I was just being me, to me. To them, I proved myself, my commitment to being there when some found excuses to stay away.
We got news of what was taking place in the down town of New York when I was able to get through to my friend whose husband missed Tower Two being hit as he was coming up from the subway. He was never a runner before. That day he ran as if his life was in danger. It was. He ran to a local hospital where he knew people. That New York connection was how I learned of the chemical warfare concerns, that day, that 9 1 1.
Survivors coming in to the hospital were put through showers and other decontaminant determinants. We knew what news was not reporting.
On the West Coast we were hearing news reports the East Coast was searching for white vans and limos.
On the West Coast we knew car dashboards and van seats would be carved out to stick someone inside.... and that is why I information share when I learn things because we never know how another set of ears hears our data or what they can contribute. Because the life I might save may be my own someday....