WELCOME! I started Formerly Hot after my sudden realization that I was no longer who I'd always been-a pretty girl who navigated the world partially aided by the advantage of her looks. After 30 some odd years, Spanx had found their way into my lingerie drawer, and men who asked me if I "had the time” really just wanted to know the time. Imagine!
I had crossed a line into strange, uncharted life territory, one in which I no longer felt like me. I joked to friends that I was "formerly hot," and clearly I struck a nerve. There are many women like me, bitchslapped into a new category of person: adult "tweens," not quite middle-aged, but no longer our reckless, restless, gravity-defying selves.
Thankfully, I learned life is so much more satisfying on this side of young--and I wrote a book about it, coming in August 2010! Click here for more
Curses, foiled again
September 6th, 2010
“YOU SAID A BAD WORD TO ME!!” my daughter Sasha, 7, cried, shocked, after I had, in fact, said a bad word to her. I loudly think lots of bad words to my children, but rarely do they come out of my mouth in their hearing. The bad word in question was “damned,” as in Lady MacBeth’s, “Out, out, damned spot,” Queen of the Damned, and, of course, Damned if you Do, Damned if you Don’t (a.k.a., life with twins, which I am living).
I had kept it clean the first three times I asked her to please stop putting her light-up Twinkle Toes Sketchers on the hump in the middle of the back of the taxi, where Viv’s feet naturally rested when they hung down directly from her legs. Even if sister kicking was not her intention when she swung her feet with some force in the direction of her sister, Vivian experienced the perception of being kicked, so could she please…etc. It was the end of a long day of travel, and all three of us were frayed and thirsty and both of them had been doing things like holding one finger two molecules away the other’s cheek and then protesting, “But I wasn’t actually touching her!” I was depleted, and two old ladies and a hipster couple actually moved away from us on the train, my children were so annoying.
So, shocker, request number four came out like this: “Move your damned feet and stop kicking your sister!”, immediately followed by horror and disbelief that Mommy Freakin’ Sunshine would use a “bad” word. Read the rest of this entry »
The devil is in the decals
September 4th, 2010
(Forgive the repeat–I’m pooped and all I wanna do is drink wine and grill things and nap. I know you know what I’m talking about.)
The hunt for flattering gymwear is never-ending, and I know you know what I’m talking about.
Few women look good in those capri-length workout bottoms that are everywhere–they make a woman look like a peg leg pirate with stubby, wide thighs–and you have to be Gwen Stefani with her rock-hard abs to pull off track pants rolled down at the waist. No one, male or female, has ever looked good in elastic-waist sweats (think overstuffed sock puppet) and those of us who have had children generally cannot pull off the low-riding Juicy Couture-style terry bottoms without an excess of abdomen splooging over the top and sides. Don’t even get me started on the roll-waist yoga pants. Let’s just say they’re only look good on women without actual rolls at their waist. Read the rest of this entry »
Yeah, touch THIS!
September 1st, 2010
I try. I really do. But when it comes to those ever-smaller and lighter devices that are meant to make my life easier, as game as I am, I always feel like I am in their service rather than the other way around. And it’s starting to piss me off.
My latest challenge is the touchscreen. Touchscreens are obviously the wave of the future (i.e., next week, at the rate these things become obsolete) and if I don’t get with the program, I will be limited to the one or two devices that still have a keypad. I was one of those people who had a hell of a time relinquishing my cassette tapes back when someone decided without asking me that CDs were better, and now I can’t bring myself to chuck my CDs even though everything is in MP3 and stuffed into my little iPod.
Because of the touchscreen, in just the last week, my ass called my friend with the young child in LA and woke her up at 4 in the morning (my phone was in the back pocket of slightly too tight jeans and what was I thinking sitting down?); I texted a list of stuff I needed from the drugstore–including prescriptions and other sundries that I’d prefer not be the talk of the PTA room–to one of my kids’ friends’ moms; my cheek hung up on my hard-to-reach doctor; and called my agent a “ho” when I meant to be saying “hi.” Luckily, she’s a Formerly. Read the rest of this entry »
The unique plight of the adult tween
August 30th, 2010
A woman named Noelle posted this in “Share Your Story” on the right there, but it summed up things so eloquently for Formerlies with teenagers that I had to give it a more prominent spot:
I have two precious things in my life, one that makes me feel “hot” - the perfect little black dress - and one that makes me feel “formerly hot” - a 15-year-old daughter. Her friend had a “club-themed” Sweet 16 party and the next thing I know my Little Black Dress walked out the door on my “little girl.” My clothes are going to parties I’m not invited to!
My girls are only seven and so they’re not borrowing my clothes yet, but I anticipate feeling that same feeling of, “Now wait just a minute!” as Noelle does. Right now, Sasha and Viv listen to “my” music (i.e., ’80s and ’90s songs that I feel they must appreciate or that I have failed in my musical education of them) and like it or hate the songs, they listen with open hearts. When they start listening to them ironically, that will irk me a bit.
They say the sandwich generation are those of us who are caring both for children and aging parents. I think this qualifies, too. Thanks, Noelle!
Photo by Dancer Dalagio CC
Hungover and out
August 29th, 2010
Hangovers, when I occasionally had them in my 20s, used to result from the perfect storm of too much drinking, too little eating, and too much fun, followed by too little sleep (sometimes because I opted for sex instead).
These days, I don’t even get the drunken privilege of debauching myself, and yet still manage to feel hungover, which doesn’t seem right or fair. Between exhausting child care, anxiety that wakes me up at 4, getting dehydrated in the summer heat, and these bizarre allergies I’ve only recently developed, I wind up looking and feeling exactly the same way I did when what I needed more than anything was a little hair of the dog that bit me. Complete with headache. Now if I tried to drink, that would about kill me.
Today was the classic example. Read the rest of this entry »
What makes YOU happy?
August 26th, 2010
A new friend asked me that question a few months ago, and I started tearing up, because I realized that in the lunancy of life–working, tending to family, being a Gigantic Book Whore and the surprisingly difficult and time consuming task of making sure I had the right color lanyards for two very crafty 7-year-old girls–I hadn’t asked myself what makes me happy in way, way too long.
That question led to another question (AM I happy?) which led to a life inventory, which led to some renewed appreciation of what I have and have built and some adjustments, which I expect to be happymaking. If they are not, I hope to remember to ask myself that question again, and see what the answer yields.
It’s not rocket science (or even as hard as being a Gigantic Book Whore), and it invariably pays off big, but for whatever reason, I often forget to do it. In fact, putting it in my Google Calendar right this minute. Hopefully I won’t just blow off the beeping reminders, like I do the ones to go to the freakin’ gym already.
That’s why I’m glad my new friend Gretchen Rubin asked me that question (and what’s more, posted my answers on her fantastic blog that goes with her fantastic book, The Happiness Project). I admired her wildly successful book promotion from afar (Gigantic Book Whore, like Formerly Hot, is a designation only you can give yourself, but but both clubs are wholly nonexclusive) finally got to meet the lovely her.
Anyway, here is the the interview, and if I were you, I’d take the time to ask yourself that question. As for my answers, like everything else you do as a Formerly, take what works for you and donate the rest to Goodwill along with those jeans that don’t fit anymore, for all the good they’ll do you. There are plenty of other ideas on her site, and no doubt some of those will put a smile on your face.
MFHL made the NY Times extended bestseller list!!!
August 25th, 2010It’s really hard to leave me speechless, but for once in my 43 years, I’ve got nothing to say but THANKS to all of you wonderful readers who went out and bought MY FORMERLY HOT LIFE and helped it make the list.
My incredible editor Marnie–that’s her holding the Formerly Wild sign in the book trailer–told me it’s #32, and although she’s never lied to me before, naturally I had to tell her to SHUT UP and STOP LYING because how could she not be lying? But she wasn’t.
So thanks, and please continue to spread the word, so that it inches up the list. In fact, if you tweet, please tweet this post or put it up on Facebook or tell two friends and ask them to tell two friends, and so on and so on and so on…it’s the Faberge Organics Shampoo technique of selling books, and I’m thinking it works.
Much love.
Adventures in Book Whoredom, part MXVI
August 24th, 2010
When we last left our heroine (almost wrote heroin…gives you a sense of my stress level–OMG, Mom, JOKE!) she was slutting herself out in every imaginable way to get the word out about her book. Except the most obvious way, not least of all because no one has asked her to. (Mom, really, another joke–where’s your sense of humor?)
Stephanie, a.k.a., Gigantic Book Whore, has written dozens of guest blog posts, cross promoted her blog, tweeted, Facebooked, and even made up tank tops to hand out to nice people who show enthusiasm for her book.
In the last week, she has done the Today Show, People magazine, local TV, The Gayle King and Martha Stewart radio shows, Joy Behar (although sadly she was on vacation), a dozen radio spots, been in the New York Times and has been reviewed up the wazoo by bloggers and Newsweek.com. (For links to these, click HERE and poke around a bit.) Read the rest of this entry »
Yo, you got some fries to go with that shake?
August 24th, 2010
- NOTE: These guys harassed no one, but they represent the kind of gauntlet I would have avoided back in the day.
One of the examples of how life changes when you dip your toe into Formerly territory that really resonates with people is how when you’re in your 20s, bonehead guys fall all over themselves to drool obscene things about your body and make vile sucking noises as you walk by. Now, by contrast, all you hear is that sitcom sound of crickets chirping to indicate abject nothingness.
The joke, of course, is that while you found catcalls annoying (when you were in a rush) or hatefully objectifying and anti-woman (when you were hungry or hormonal), now when they occasionally happen, you feel vaguely relieved…before you feel annoyed or like giving them a crash course in feminist theory right there on the construction site. Read the rest of this entry »
