I get rejected. Low iron. I’m not anemic, per se. It just so happens that every time the Red Cross comes by my way, I have a low iron day. Let’s face it, women are more likely to have low iron. I get lucky one out of every five times, generally.
That being said, I hate getting rejected by the Red Cross. I take it quite personally :/. I still remember the first time. You come in there all excited about doing good things for society. And then, boom, you realize you’re just not good enough for them. *Drops head. Then there’s that whole walk of shame past all the robust donors who have their apple juice and graham crackers. (I mean I hate apple juice and graham crackers, but that’s not the point!) And you walk back to your cubicle with two fingers disabled from the stick test (which always hurts more than the actual donation – why is that???)
It’s enough to make a phillygrrl wanna go home and never show her face at a blood drive again. But I do keep trying, but it’s that every fifth time I can give blood that makes it worth it. Which is why when one of the comments on guest blogger thabooger’s post resounded with me. Let’s take a look at what commenter Garret has to say about giving blood.
Okay, so I’ve been having this discussion with some of my friends. (Yeah, we’re totally superficial. Deal with it.) I hear a lot of guys say they prefer women who work the natural look when it comes to wearing makeup. I’ve heard that fairly often enough to think perhaps putting on that glittery mascara could be a bit much. (Which isn’t to say I’m not going to do it when the mood strikes.)
But when it comes to hair, the consensus on what is or is not attractive gets a little fuzzy.
The women I know tend to mess with their hair fairly often and change hairstyles more often than I change my nail polish. Among my age group, rarely do folk keep a monotone. More often than not, it’s a blend of reds, golds, etc. In fact, more often than not, I’m the odd one out. As for the boy, well he thinks the more blonde I put in, the more it reflects the real me. :/ Not amused. In fact, he’s been after me for the better of a year to fix the locks.
But. I like black. I really do. I’ve never wanted any other color.
At the same time, the gals say I should go out on a fashion limb. And maybe I should. After all, I do like seeing it on them.
But I’m sorry. Doesn’t anyone else find this tacky? Maybe I’m the only one who shudders when I see desi girls with blonde highlights. Ugh.
Now, I love my hairdresser because 1) he is Italian (thus, total flirt ) and 2) he gives me great layers with my curls BUT he always wants to give me highlights. Now, highlights are fine and dandy if you are 1) blonde and 2) white and 3) have straight hair. Since I am none of the above, I cringe at the thought of highlights. I also remember way back in summer whrn Bruno gave me some shimmers/highlights.. he said all the boys were gonna be like puppies when they saw me. So I had said yes.
To cut a long story short, my highlights bordered on dark orange. I gulped, and thought, “hey, change is good, maybe I cant see the beauty in this just yet.” Then I came home, my bro/dad/momzilla… all looked at me funny. Apparently I looked about one hundred years old. After dishing out about 150$ on my hairdo, I went to Shoppers Drug Mart and bought a $9.99 hair color and fixed it. THEN I looked like a human being again and less like Pippy Longstocking.
There ya go. I thought redheads were the most beautiful women in the world when I was five. But at this point, I don’t think I want to start channeling Pippi Longstocking.
So Terrell Bruce, brother of Nate Kirkland, started the Nathaniel M. Kirkland Foundation to honor the memory of Nate and raise money for scholarships for Central High School students. Good deal. Support the effort!
On Tuesday, March 10th, Iron Hill Brewery in North Wales will be supporting the Nathaniel M. Kirkland Foundation by donating 20% from any food sales to the foundation. Nate’s brother, Terrell (who works at Iron Hill), organized the entire shindig along with friends and family.
For more information, check out the Facebook page.
And if you’re interested in helping further, buy a Nate Kirkland wristband or T-shirt from Craigslist!
Seriously. How fast do rickshaws really go? I kind of want to see what a gunman in rickshaw would look like. Okay, maybe I don’t. But really, what sort of security can’t get after a couple of rickshaws.
So I’ve been toying with where to go next with phillygrrl.com. For one thing, I definitely don’t know enough about blogging. I try to learn from other bloggers, but it’s not like they all wear t-shirts with their URL (although that’s a great idea for the next DL meet, eh Mithras?)
I do know one thing. I don’t know anything about the Philly blog scene. I’ve stumbled upon a few sites I like. But I come across other well-known sites every day. My favorite find today? Phawker. Also, the WHYY blog – It’s Our City. Oh yeah, and I just came across Dan McQuade’s site, Philadelphia Will Do. Oops, it died.
Forget local blogs. I don’t even read national blogs. Well, except for HuffPo. Today, my mentor sent me a link to the blog of one Penelope Trunk, whose advice blog instantly revolutionized my life. Well, sort of. Let’s see how her job-finding skills work out for her.
Funny thing is, I have friends who read zillions of blogs every day.
Please, people. Spare me the pain of embarassing myself on a daily business and let me know what blogs you like to read. It’s awful to be in the dark about these things. (I still cringe at the memory of telling Atrios his URL was too long and easily forgetable. His droll response? “People do tell me I’m bad at marketing.” )
What blogs do you like to read? I don’t really care about content so much as appeal. A good techie blog might be just what I need. So may a blog about makeup.
Let me know what floats your boat. I’m totally clueless.
You really don’t feel like going sometimes. Because it’s cold and snowy out, and you’d rather just go home and sleep. But you drag yourself out there, because at any given meeting, you are bound to have an atypical conversation with an atypical person. Seriously peeps, the folks at Drinking Liberally are the most interesting group of folks I’ve met in a while.
Like, Pine View Farm who is awesome! (“A country boy can learn everything a city boy knows in six months.” I was a country girl once myself, PVF.)