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Hair don’t

As someone who works from home — often in jeans, t-shirt and a ponytail — I hesitate to make a bold proclamation on fashion or beauty.  But in matters of business dress, it must be said:

Hair clips are a don’t.

I have long hair, so I use ‘em….to pull my hair back when I wash my face.  To section my hair when I straighten it with my hot iron.  To pull my hair back quickly when I’m walking my dog Rory around the neighborhood.

But the plastic hair clip is not an acceptable accessory with a dress or a business suit or any situation where you want to look pulled together.

Right?

That’s why this recent photo of Secretary of State Hillary Clinton is especially horrifying.  First of all, she’s wearing the offensive clip with a formal suit and spangly baubles.  Secondly, she’s attending a meeting at the United Nations.

Good God, woman…if I was on a tour at the U.N., I wouldn’t be wearing a plastic hair clip.

And I certainly wouldn’t be wearing it on the tippy-top of my head.  It’s not a crown, Hillary; it’s a clip.  Push her on back…ya know what I mean?

Now, I don’t post this entry simply to poke fun at Hillary.  I respect the work that she’s doing.  I consider it a cautionary tale to all women who have given the plastic hair clip a bit too free rein in their wardrobe.

The next time you reach for it, ladies — picture Hillary at the U.N….and select another hairdo.

It’s a date

Attention bailiffs!

If you’re tired of playing that dated and — let’s be honest — rather trite ‘Aren’t you proud to be here today doing your civic duty?’ video to newbies in the jury pool each day, help is on the way!

Wouldn’t a sweeping tale of love and romance — ripped from the headlines “Law and Order” style — be way more inspiring to the usual herd of unwilling victims…and easier for you to stomach watching over and over and over again?

Well, I’d say it’s only a matter of time before a dramatization of the real life courtroom love story between a certain famous former plaintiff and a member of his jury will be coming to a holding room near you.

The couple?  None other than Rodney King, the Los Angeles man who was notoriously beaten by members of the LAPD, and Cynthia Kelley, a member of the jury that awarded him a $3.8 million settlement in the civil suit against that very police department.

(The two met the day after the trial at a pizza shop, so it’s all above board.)

Think of the singles who normally crowd into bars, or suffer through blind dates or church mixers, desperately looking for Mr. and Ms. Right.  Now, those same singles will be clamoring to meet their special someone and send people they don’t know to prison.

There’s a fun two-fer…and the meal’s included.

Now, there’s no guarantee that everyone will find happiness in the courtroom and walk down the aisle like Rodney and Cynthia.  But if you wanna take a chance on love…

You’re just gonna have to face the judge.

Hair show

I have been on the road for the past five days, which means I’ve heard the following phrase a lot:

“Do people tell you that you look like…Kathy Griffin?”

Why, yes…yes, they do.  Pretty much every day.  But especially when I am in airports or train stations or anywhere that people — gay men in particular — think Kathy might be out and about.

I think it’s the hair more than anything.  I’m sure if we stood side-by-side, they’d notice I’m a good half-foot taller, eat more and curse less.

I really don’t mind.   Even though Kathy’s show on Bravo is called “Life on the D-List,” let’s face it — the lady is an A-List celeb now.  She’s won two Emmys and has been nominated for two more this year.

If you watch the “D-List,” which used to simply chronicle her attempts to promote her tour — you’ve probably noticed it’s morphed into something decidedly more high concept this year.  Yes, she’s still a shameless self-promoter, but now she’s using her celebrity to draw attention to causes she believes in, like the repeal of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” and ovarian cancer awareness.

Her methods are uniquely Team Griffin, which means she is often cleaning up messes she made along the way.  That’s what makes the show so hilarious.

That…and her toilet of a mouth.

Life’s a picnic

When your hometown is called “Fancy Farm,” people tend to remember the name.

Admittedly, it’s unusual….although it does sound a bit like a now defunct amusement park near Middletown, Ohio called “Fantasy Farm.”  (When I attended the University of Kentucky, I got that joke a lot.)

But on the first Saturday in August, there’s no confusing Fancy Farm, Kentucky.   Ask any local, state or national media outlet, and if they aren’t already there, they can certainly direct you.

The annual Fancy Farm Picnic is big news, and has been for 130 years.  Politics, pork barbecue and great people, all gathered at the party of the year.  Heck, it even made the Guinness Book of Records in 1978 as the Largest One-Day Barbecue in the World.

I was there.

Of course, I’ve been to a lot of picnics since I was five years old.   Playing games and eating barbecue when I was little.  Working in the ice cream booth that was my family’s responsibility.  We’ve had class reunions around picnic time, and lots of family from out-of-town — the ‘city folk’ — coming to Fancy Farm in August for this one-of-a-kind experience.

It’s small town America at its best.  Neighbors coming together, all as volunteers, working to raise money for the community church, proud of the tradition that generations of families have built.

And for the barbecue.  And the politics.

That’s the heart of it all.

Kennedys on a plane

I read today that Bobby Kennedy Jr. filed for a divorce from his wife Mary.

That’s too bad.  They seemed like such a nice couple…when I met them.

Yeah, you read it right.  I met Bobby and Mary Kennedy.  They sat next to me on a flight from Denver to Aspen.  We were all en route to the 2nd Annual US Comedy Arts Festival. I was on a research trip for Hallmark Cards; Bobby was going to introduce Garry Trudeau, his good friend and creator of the “Doonesbury” comic strip, who was being honored at the festival.

The small jet had no first class; that’s why they were seated next to me.  I recognized them immediately when they boarded just moments before take-off — my mother loved the Kennedys like most Catholics of her generation — but I kept my mouth shut.

They were very friendly, though, and chatted with me during the short flight.  When they realized I was going to the festival as well, they mentioned their friend Garry — by first name only — and said ‘perhaps they’d see me there.’

It was a great story to share with my co-workers, who were seated elsewhere on the plane.

I attended the Doonesbury retrospective and only made the ‘Kennedy connection’ when Bobby stepped up to the podium to introduce ‘his friend Garry.’  After the event was over, attendees were invited to a gallery next door exhibiting framed “Doonesbury” cartoons.

As I was milling around with my co-workers, I suddenly heard shouts of  “Carla!  Carla!”

There across the room were Mary and Bobby Kennedy, smiling and waving.  Garry Trudeau stood at their side.

The rest of the evening was kind of a rock star moment for me.  I got to hang with the Kennedys for a little while.  I met Garry Trudeau, whose comic strips explained the entire Watergate phenomenon to me as a child…and I was able to get his autograph for my brother Kent.

And best of all?  The look on my co-workers’ faces.

Priceless.

Gatefest

Today is the anniversary of the Watergate burglary, the day the word “gate” took on a whole new meaning.

I was just commenting on this the other day after I attended “The Daily Show with Jon Stewart.  He coined the phrase “AssFest 2010″ to commemorate Obama’s pledge to kick some ass in the BP oil spill fiasco.  But my first thought was,

“Where’s the gate?”

There have been some great gates over the years.  Perhaps it’s a sign of age, but I’d enjoy a look back at some of my favorites.  Shall we?

  • Billygate — President Jimmy Carter’s brother Billy — the one with his own beer — represented the Libyan government as a foreign agent.  That’s okay, Billy.  We liked to forget you were an American, too.
  • Camillagate — A taped conversation of the then illicit relationship between Prince Charles and Camilla Parker-Bowles was leaked.  (They’re married now, so it’s all good.)
  • Fajitagate – I just heard about this one Tuesday in a cab in Modesto, CA.  Three off-duty San Francisco policeman arrested two men carrying bags of steak fajitas mistaken for drugs.  The chief of police was eventually fired (and the fajitas were eaten).
  • Nannygate — Rob Lowe’s nanny sues him for sexual harrassment.  Rob Lowe sues her right back, and nothing comes of it.  You can’t mess with Rob Lowe.  He’s that good-looking.

You’ll notice the original Watergate didn’t make my list.  It never will.  The hearing coverage preempted the afternoon soaps for weeks.

That kinda thing really scars a kid.

Happy day

One of my happiest memories is the day my brother Kent returned from the first Persian Gulf War.

They bussed the friends and family members to the airstrip.  My godfather Joe, who owns a printing business outside Chicago, had created four beautiful red, white and blue placards that spelled out Kent’s name, and my sister, brother and I were holding them en route.

All I could think during that short ride was “this long nightmare is almost over.”

We gathered on the tarmac, the placards in hand.  After interminable minutes, the Pan Am jet appeared on the horizon, and the crowd started cheering.  Once it landed, two doorways opened and the soldiers started to deplane.  I remember being surprised that they still had on their helmets, rifles in hand.

But I still recognized my brother in an instant.

On this Memorial Day, I wish every service man and woman and their families a similar happy day.

Gotta gotta go

Matt Lauer, you are a man with a target on your back.

Your contract with “Today” doesn’t end until spring of next year, and already there’s chatter about your potential replacements should you choose to leave.  (Your rumored marital trouble has added fuel to that fire, no doubt.)

Jon Friedman at MarketWatch.com wants to swap you for a girl…and from one of NBC’s own sister networks.  He makes a case — after thoughtfully arguing the pros and cons — for Erin Burnett.  Working on CNBC’s financial news network, Burnett can “enliven the often boring, numbers-laden day,” says Friedman.  Plus, she needs to be promoted or the network could lose her.

All good points, I’m sure.

But Matt, if you should choose to leave — and it sounds like you may need to spend more time at home — we both know the right man to take over at the “Today” desk.

David Gregory.  The Gregster.  The I-can-cover-politics-like-no-one-else-and-still-dance-like-a-mad-man-at-the-Toyota-Concert-Series current back-up anchor extraordinaire.

David Gregory has the journalist cred of a Brian Williams, and the fun, playful sense of humor of…a Brian Williams.  “Today” won’t let that opportunity slip by, will it?

NBC has gotta go with Gregory if you, Matt, decide…ya gotta go.

Funny or die

Congratulations, Team CoCo!

You were the clear winner at the White House Coorespondents’ Dinner last night.  (And Conan wasn’t even invited.)

Yep, even though Jay Leno had the honor of hosting the prestigious annual D.C. event, he proved — once again — that while he may be the safe choice, he certainly isn’t the funny one.

In fact, the critics agree that President Barack Obama had much better timing and material.

Adam Sorensen, reporting on the event for Time, said Leno “started at top speed, rushed his lines, seemed too tied to his notes (no Tonight Show teleprompter) and made little effort to connect with the crowd in any real sense.”  He even called his jokes “pedestrian.”

Ouch.

That’s especially tough criticism for a veteran stand-up comedian.  It’s not like Leno doesn’t have practice.  Seventeen years at “The Tonight Show.”  Five nights a week.

But the truth is, Leno isn’t known for being funny; he’s known for being mediocre.  And last night, he wasn’t facing a half-asleep, middle-American audience.  Some of the smartest people in the country were in that room…and they didn’t laugh at his usual swill.

That’s one death on stage I would have liked to see in person.

Not for sale

Turns out, President Obama has a lot more than the election in Massachusetts to be worried about.

Have you heard how the White House is losing its property value?

It’s true. It’s dropping like a lead balloon.

Zillow, the online real estate database, gave the president’s residence an estimated value of $292,386,000 as of January 18th. That’s down $15.6 million since Obama first took office last year. And it had already lost $23.8 million the last year President George W. Bush was in office.

I have to wonder how Zillow came up with these estimated values. In a standard appraisal, the appraiser looks at homes of comparable value. Where do you find homes that compare with a 55,000 square-foot building that sits on 18 acres, and has 132 rooms including 16 family-guest rooms, an underground bunker, three kitchens, three elevators, and 28 fireplaces?

And does the popularity of the president sitting in office affect the property value? It shouldn’t — just as my likeability as a person shouldn’t affect my own home’s value — but does it, in the case of the President of the United States?

Regardless, he’ll never to worry about resale.

Lucky stiff.