Perhaps BIC should have done a leetle bit more market research...or are there long-suffering women out there wishing, hoping for something to write with other than all those "manly" pens?
As the product description at Amazon says, "BIC Cristal For Her has an elegant design - just for Her! It features a thin barrel designed to fit a women's hand. It has a diamond engraved barrel for an elegant and unique feminine style." (On top of it all, they have no one to proofread their product descriptions - or maybe the proofreader was just so overwhelmed by the idiocy of the description that "a women's hand" flew right by her)
I don't think I've ever used a pen and thought, "Gee, I wish this was designed for a woman." Judging from the reviews, not many other women have, either, but those reviews sure brought a smile to my face. :)
Here's just a sampling:
"Someone has answered my gentle prayers and FINALLY designed a pen that I can use all month long! I use it when I'm swimming, riding a horse, walking on the beach and doing yoga. It's comfortable, leak-proof, non-slip and it makes me feel so feminine and pretty! Since I've begun using these pens, men have found me more attractive and approchable. It has given me soft skin and manageable hair and it has really given me the self-esteem I needed to start a book club and flirt with the bag-boy at my local market."
"The 'for her' label is not just a gimmick exploiting archaic gender constructs, it's a WARNING. ...I don't know why they didn't put a clearer warning on the label, they really should have because if you are a boy and use this pen you put yourself at great risk. My little brother turned into a unicorn after I lent him one, and my friend told me that a boy in her class grew fairy wings in the middle of a test."
"Ermagerd. Pernz with glitterz!" (Had to throw that one in just for being written in Gersberms)
"PROS: I started using them in the privacy of my home and saw a real improvement in my skin tone: rough-n-swarthy to fragrantly delicate in five shopping lists or less. Side benefits included the irresistible urge to stock my fridge with yogurt, and a genuine desire to be a better listener. Perhaps we can chalk this up to Bic's proprietary oxytocin-kitten ink technology?"
I like to have something on in the background while I work on a sewing project, whether it's a movie or the Doctor Who episodes I'm woefully behind on. Last weekend I decided to try out The Lizzie Bennet Diaries, which I've meant to look into for months. I wish I'd done it earlier, because it took a few hours to watch all of these. Thankfully I had quite a bit of sewing to do. The only problem is, I sometimes found myself stopping to watch Lizzie instead of sewing.
The Lizzie Bennet Diaries are a modern take on Pride and Prejudice. Lizzie and her friend Charlotte are college students producing Lizzie's video diary as a way to put their studies in film production and mass communication to use. Most of the book's characters find their way into Lizzie's videos, especially her sisters Jane and Lydia (I think this is my favorite portrayal of Lydia I've ever seen). Sadly, Kitty is an actual cat and Mary is now a cousin, but the story doesn't suffer for their relative absence. (For some time with Mary, check out Lydia's short series of videos.) Mr. Bingley is now Bing Lee, and he only has one sister, Caroline (Is it just me, or does Louisa, and therefore also her husband, get dropped out of 90% of the adaptations?). We haven't seen much of Mr. Darcy yet, and nothing of Wickham (though there has been texting!). The idea of Lady Catherine as a venture capitalist is a hoot.
I'll stop going on and on and let you watch.
In preparing this post, I discovered so much more to this story: Lizzie's site has a listing of all the videos with Twitter conversations inserted into their appropriate spots in the timeline. Tumblr is also listed at the top, but none of the random links I clicked showed me Tumblr posts. Sadly, I haven't had time to work my way through all the links, but that will be a weekend spent in bliss when I do.
This is a really interesting way to tell a story. I'm certainly going to keep following (I think they're only about half way through the events of the book at the moment.)
"This week you will stun the world with your vision, buoyant energy and creative brilliance, or you will bore us to death. The choice, as always, is yours."
"The greatest writers are great, not only because they have a way with words and not only because they have great ideas, but more importantly, because they carefully craft their writing into a final draft that reads better than the first ever possibly could. They’re great writers because they’re great rewriters."
Julia Child would have been 100 years old today. Though I don't cook (well, I can do a bang-up breakfast: pancakes, eggs, omelettes...basically anything done in a single pan or on a griddle), I've always admired Julia Child and dreamed of cooking like her. And that admiration stems less from what she cooked than how at ease she always seemed in the kitchen - something I have never accomplished even during my best Saturday morning fry-up. I tend to resemble the most hapless contestant on "Hell's Kitchen" far more than I resemble Julia, even when I'm just frying an egg.
I think I enjoy watching Julia, and other chefs, the way many people enjoy the ballet. It's not something you ever think you'll be able to do yourself, but you like to bask in the beauty and grace of the truly skillful performance.
One of the best books I read last year was My Life in France. This was one of those books that makes you scold yourself with "Why have I never read this before. What took me so long to get to it?" It even inspired me to try making crepes one day last summer. They turned out edible, if not beautiful. If you have any interest in Julia, food, or France, I highly recommend it.
"Once, I had a job working for a publishing house where my job was to edit classic novels, because classic novels fall into “public domain” and are free to publish. The novel I got to edit was Moby-Dick and my job was to re-write it and make it “reader friendly.” It was not a good job. I quit after three days. Confronted with Melville’s wall of brilliant text, my heart and my nerve gave out. What should I do with the first sentence, even? “Hi. My name is Ishmael”? So I gave up. Great books should not be fucked with."
I love this image! The rest of the post is pretty cool, too, but once you've seen this image...I mean, I almost couldn't go on. I had to stare at it for awhile. Awesomesauce!
#nbcfail economics — BuzzMachine: "I still believe that if NBC gave the fans what they wanted rather than trying to make them do what NBC thinks it wants, NBC could win by growing audience and engagement and thus better serving sponsors. I ask you to imagine what Olympics coverage would look like if Google had acquired the rights. It would give us what we want and make billions, I’ll bet."
While we were at Pactola Lake this weekend, I took a moment to scratch off a little bark & sniff this tree. This particular one smelled like strawberries. I haven't done this in years. It was delightful.
If you're not familiar with this practice, the idea is that you scrape off just a little bit of outer bark, just sort of flaking it off with your fingernail, until you get to that pinkish layer underneath. Then you sniff it, and it can smell like strawberry, vanilla or chocolate. I remember doing this a lot as a kid.
Have you ever done this? Do you still do it? Have you never heard of this and just think I'm crazy? Let me know in the comments.
I know I'm a much more productive writer, more patient and supportive wife and mother, and all-around better person full of energy and bliss tomorrow. But every morning when I get up, tomorrow has moved on.
Considering the innumerable artistic avenues open to you, why did you choose to write a novel?
"You presume that I had a choice? Writing is my compulsion and my passion. I have no choice – I must write. It has been that way for me since I was first able to hold a writing instrument in my fingers. Sometimes it feels like a curse, but mostly it is a gift, and the licence to live other lives and adventures, simultaneously. I wouldn't rid myself of the compulsive writing disease if I could."