The Man Who Is Dave Grohl

by Liz Heather in , ,


You know what's weird? You don't know how much I love Dave Grohl. This is the first time I'm mentioning him on the blog since its inception two years earlier, and that seems kind of fucked up to me. I used to adore this man. And it's not as though I don't anymore - it's more of a silent "Ahh yes. Dave Grohl" kind of feeling now. Just a buried love affair that once was. I don't want to get into too much detail about being in my late teens & early twenties and fully believing that I would marry this man. 

I mean, look at him.

And I was too young to like Nirvana when they were around, so I boarded the Grohl train in the early Foo Fighters years. They were at the first concert I went to (Summersault 2000) and that was when I fully knew how I felt. I mean, someone hurled a water bottle at his face and he casually caught it mid-air and then took a sip. Can you comprehend how cool that looked? 

In any case, does this post have a point? Not really. It just felt weird to write on here for so long and not mention his name. Oh, and also - if you're not in love with this man's voice after the acoustic version of Everlong, then you, my dear, are dead inside.

I don't get nuts when I see celebrities, but him and Martin Short are the only two people I think I would convulse at seeing in the flesh. 

All right, that's all.

Sidenote: Happy Birthday to one of the best humans I know, my brother Gary. You're in my top three of people I couldn't live without and I hope you're aware of how much I sing your praises to everyone I know. (And also, you kind of introduced me to the magic of Dave Grohl, so I kind of am in debt to you forever for that.) Thank you for being everything that you are. I love you enough to temporarily give up my Perfect Strangers collection.


Strapless Bra Difficulties

by Liz Heather in ,


If you're a man, there's really nothing here for you in this post. Maybe you could go on over here or here.

If you've ever had an issue with finding (and maintaining) a strapless bra that felt comfortable, I have found the answer of all answers to this problem. BUY A STRAPLESS CORSET!

This isn't mine, but it's similar to the one I own.

This isn't mine, but it's similar to the one I own.

The boning in a corset gives you more than enough structure to hold those babies up long into the night and there's virtually no need to re-adjust them at any point when wearing one. I've gone through dozens of strapless bras in my many years and I've had the same problem with all of them. And that kind of makes sense since larger breasts + strapless bras = hell. With a regular strapless bra, there's nothing to hold them up to the glorious stature of which they deserve! 

But with the boning and restrictiveness of a corset? Everything makes sense and is held in place perfectly.

I'm sure you can find a relatively inexpensive one if you search online, but if you find yourself in New York City - I insist that you stop by the Orchard Corset Center on the Lower East Side. You can literally walk in the store and the woman (or man) working there will take a look at you and give you the perfect fitting corset. It's incredible.