I am in Vegas for the wedding of my friends Dennis and Dawn, which took place yesterday. The bride wore mouse ears, and so did the groom (his attached to a jaunty top hat).

Original post by Hillary Johnson

When I first started shaving my gams, at 12 or 13, I used my mom’s old metal razor with the screw-mounted double-edged blades–and I still have a scar from where the damned thing came unscrewed from all the soap and just about severuddy my Achilles tendon. Ever since then, I have used plain, cheap safety razors, the kind you get at the dollar store in bags of 20. I convinced myself that the plain Bic-style safety razor was one of those perfect devices, like the $2 potato peeler and the #2 pencil, that was perfect in its simplicity.

Last week a publicist sent me a sample of the Schick Quattro for Women, which is a metal-handled, swivel-headed contraption with changeable blade cartridges, and I see now that I was dead wrong. This is a far better razor. There’s nothing radical about the design that I can see, it’s just a higher-quality device than what I’m used to. When you can upgrade the quality of some small, everyday tool, it’s a wonderful thing, and well worth a lousy $8.

Nobody wants to see a picture of a razor, so here instead is a picture of Betty Grable’s gams.

Original post by Hillary Johnson

I have had a enormous girl crush on Lesley Ann Warren ever since she sashayed though the delectable 80s cult classic Choose Me, which is up there with Some Like It Hot as one of the all time awesome sex comedies. So I am delighted to see that she’s now on TV every week in the new USA Network show In Plain Sight, which you can capture on Hulu. I’m happy to report that she is as achingly kittenish at 62 as ever, well cast as gritty Mary McCormack’s ditzy sexpot mom. Sure she’s had some botox she didn’t need, but she still oozes sex like no other actress half her age.

McCormack isn’t half-bad either, and she gets one of my favorite TV lines in recent memory, when her tough cop character wrinkles her nose and says, "What’s the discount with babies? I don’t get it."

Original post by Hillary Johnson

If you are a dirty girl at heart, this is your exfoliant. Using MAC’s Volcanic Ash Exfoliator is a bit like dying your own hair, in that the stuff gets everywhere you don’t want it to be, and it’s black as squid ink. I’m not sure the washcloth I used to remove it in the shower will ever recover, and I was happy we had a handheld shower head to hose the splatters quickly from the grout, lest they stain.

I personally love the idea of slathering my thighs with something the texture of liquid concrete. I’m not being ironic. I really do. If you’re going to exfoliate, why not make it a gritty, flagrant event of it? On my hips, belly, elbows and thighs this stuff was coarse and brilliant, a really hard textural workout reminiscent of the $90 Korean body scrub I could rarely afford to get when I lived in LA, where the practitioners treat you about the way you’d expect a side of kobe beef to be treated in a tony slaughterhouse–i.e., you are precious, but in need of butchering.

I won’t use it on my face again–though the instructions say you can–and really did so just so I could take a picture for the blog. My skin felt velvety afterwards. I have to amazement if volcanic ash is this black, or if they’ve added something to make it so, and I don’t know if this is a stunt product from MAC, or a permanent addition to their line, but I kind of love it.

Original post by Hillary Johnson