Sometimes what you think is a bad idea is really a good idea. I think.

I saw a really good play the other night. The girl in the show was wearing dark blue nail polish. Not so dark you couldn't tell it was blue. It was definitely blue. Even though it was chipped, it looked really cute. Maybe it was cute because it was chipped, I'm not sure. Chipped nail polish isn't usually a great look but somehow it worked. Maybe because SHE was cute. And really skinny.

Well now I want some blue nail polish. Can't wait to wear it until it chips and then continue wearing it. Sure, fine, I'll admit I've been inspired by a portrayal of a heroin addict who hasn't showered in a really long time. Yes. True.

But I intend to put my own twist on the look.

You can't question artistic inspiration.

Heal the World

It is impossible to deny as I sit here and watch the Michael Jackson memorial, that he was a phenomenon. I am usually a cold and unfeeling person as most can attest but I am truly moved. He was quite the style maker to be sure. I didn't realize until now how much I missed him while he was out of the musical spotlight. Where was he for so long? Why wasn't I paying attention.

I remember clearly, that in jr. high I tried to be the one person who didn't have a zillion Michael Jackson buttons on my backpack and on my jean jacket. I think I was trying to run upstream but I did have the albums and I secretly knew all the words. Then the Thriller video came out and I couldn't pretend any longer. I was a giant fan. His theatrics were magnetic and couldn't be resisted. I was all in. His music always makes me move and sing and laugh. It brings me back to the best of those awful, awkward growing up years.

Newshead misses his news. He keeps complaining about how no one is reporting anything but "Michael Jackson stuff." I realize the world of politics and the fight for health care is important. But this is Michael Jackson. I mean, he is the world.

Janet, Rebbie and LaToya look lovely. Very regal with the big hats and sunglasses. The picture of mourning. Sad but Beautiful. Queen Latifa is so compelling. Maya Angelou proves once again that she is a genius. I have been reminded how pretty Brooke Shields is. I feel sorriest for her for some reason. Maybe I want to be her right now. I wish I had known him like she did.

I never had an active goal to meet Michael Jackson but now that he is gone, I am so sad that I will never get the chance. I know it makes no sense but I am so jealous. His memorial makes me wish I somehow had the chance to get dragged into his craziness because with all the bizarre stuff in his world there also seems to have been so much hope and helping and light. I wish I had been closer to it. All I can hope now is that I can make the tiniest speck of a mark on the world. He is an inspiration. Weird, bizarre, troubled, an enigma, but truly an inspiration.


*Note to self. Renewed interest in Brooke Shields. I guess I should netflix Lipstick Jungle or watch Blue Lagoon again.