So I think its official: American women have become obsessed with vibration. Or rather corporations are obsessed with producing and marketing anything that vibrates without calling it a vibrator... to women. It used to be just massagers (which come on, really are only used to massage one place) and Sonicare toothbrushes (hopefully not being used in that place); but now we've got vibrating razors, vibrating face scrubbers, even vibrating mascara! And just yesterday I saw an ad for a vibrating face make-up applicator. Really? I can't really imagine that vibration really significantly increases make-up application or appearance. And does it really improve complexion or encourage smoother legs?
While I find it completely ridiculous, I have to give it to them; they may have stumbled upon something revolutionary. Clearly women must be eating this up. Marketing experts have found a way to play (and capitalize) on the one thing that consistently gives us that fun sense of euphoria (sorry guys, even the best of you can't match that every single time) and the public has completely accepted it.
Oh advertising, how I love to hate you....
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Things I learned in 2009
(building on those things I learned in 2006, 2007, and 2008)
It’s amazing what you can accomplish in your job when you feel fully supported and truly respected.
No matter what you do, Christmas just isn’t the same without family.
They aren’t kidding; there really is an app for everything.
Clean water and access to proper sanitation has become one of my most treasured and valued possessions.
I am stronger than I have ever been.
I wouldn’t trade those weekends on the road with Ian, Alisa, and Mark for anything.
Six-year reunions can be surprising and quite fun.
Thanks to one lovely little boy, one might now call me a "baby person".
Getting naked and sneaking into a public pool at 4am really is as fun and exciting as it sounds.
Patience has never been my thing, but I’m learning.
Cooking a nice dinner, drinking good wine, and hanging out with lovely friends is a perfect way to celebrate a birthday.
“Glamping” is the way to go.
That pedal that Alisa steps on periodically controls the volume of her fiddle.
Tequila: oh, how I love you.
Writing a Rolling Stone article is harder than you’d think.
Nothing beats a good kiss; but a wink from you from across the room comes in at a very close second.
Without a doubt, there will always be "Katy and Sara".
I may never get over Hawaii, and that’s okay; I can love it and long for it and yet still be very happy here.
No matter how old I get, I’ll always look up to and admire my parents.
It’s amazing what you can accomplish in your job when you feel fully supported and truly respected.
No matter what you do, Christmas just isn’t the same without family.
They aren’t kidding; there really is an app for everything.
Clean water and access to proper sanitation has become one of my most treasured and valued possessions.
I am stronger than I have ever been.
I wouldn’t trade those weekends on the road with Ian, Alisa, and Mark for anything.
Six-year reunions can be surprising and quite fun.
Thanks to one lovely little boy, one might now call me a "baby person".
Getting naked and sneaking into a public pool at 4am really is as fun and exciting as it sounds.
Patience has never been my thing, but I’m learning.
Cooking a nice dinner, drinking good wine, and hanging out with lovely friends is a perfect way to celebrate a birthday.
“Glamping” is the way to go.
That pedal that Alisa steps on periodically controls the volume of her fiddle.
Tequila: oh, how I love you.
Writing a Rolling Stone article is harder than you’d think.
Nothing beats a good kiss; but a wink from you from across the room comes in at a very close second.
Without a doubt, there will always be "Katy and Sara".
I may never get over Hawaii, and that’s okay; I can love it and long for it and yet still be very happy here.
No matter how old I get, I’ll always look up to and admire my parents.
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