Albert Brooks was totally right!

The thing I hate about blogging is that I always think of witty lines while I'm going about my daily routine. While I'm brushing my teeth, for example, I'll be composing lines about my newfound love of C.S. Lewis (and how much this newfoundness confirms my suspicions of being a late bloomer). Clever things that are long lost by the time I actually put fingers to keyboard. In other words, blogging gives me a neat, well-edited medium for self-reflection, but it remains largely internal. So what's a self-respecting gal-blogger to do?

Why, sit and drink wine and listen to the bar's cheesy latin music until my reflections on recent events evolve into something resembling a post. Also, googleanalytics informs me that my readership has declined in recent days, and with good reason, I imagine, since there's been nothing new. Here goes.

There's something decidedly fabulous about Palestinian women. Even when I feel very pulled-together in a relaxed, comfortable, self-confidence-is-sexier-than-any-clothing kind of way, I absolutely cannot compete. They wear things that would seem absolutely ridiculous on me but that just work on them. Things like faux-fur belts with semi-matching faux-fur-and-bronze beaded necklaces. Things like tiny diamond studs affixed to an incisor (think lady-like, old riche version of a grille). Things like dark stovepipe jeans and high heels whose toe points resemble a pregnant pause. In short, exaggerated versions of trends that most women I know have long since given up as completely uncomfortable and unworkable. But these women chase after their kids in them (and they can still wear these things after having kids!). And, like Korean women, Palestinian women of a certain age simply don't do gray.

In short, they're far, far better women than I am...or could ever hope to be.

Then again, I'm wearing my knockoff vamp nail polish, and that's a sexy that works for me.


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