The Fekkai Coiff Line Smells Like A Highschool Boyfriend

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The results of this l'éloge de la coiffure is salon pro that only Fekkai (and Shu Uemura, but that's another post for another day) can achieve. But the scent? It's part Coolwater, part gimmicky shave gel of the late nineties, and part let's go back in time and make out in your basement. 

Obvi we'd have to go back in time, because making out in a basement now would be completely inappropriate. 

At first I was oddly attracted to my own hair when I applied a pea-sized dab of finishing cream as a test. Then I wondered, "my god, why would they make this stuff that's clearly for long-haired women, smell like a tomfool high school boy?" 

After this hair prod test drive resulted in an unintentional journey through the glory days of awkward teen behavior, I figured it out.  

Things that make ya go hm: Do you think the same evil marketing geniuses thought of this olfactory attack, as imagined the disapproving parent ad campaign for Gossip Girl? They both had the same affect on me, which is: totally working. 

The Dumbest Dummy that Ever Dumbed.

I know you've been waiting for me to chime in on the Charlotte Feeney of Connecticut case, since I'm a vocal supporter of blonde-bashing. (except Lyndsey Thompson, whom I love dearly).

Charlotte, let's call her Muffy because I just think that's what her real name is, sued L'Oreal in 2005 because they (in a like, huge conspiracy or something) slipped a bottle of brunette dye into her blond box. Then, when touching up her roots (allegedly) right before her B.F.F.s debutante gala (allegedly) she rinsed, and came up brown. Suicide attempts ensued (allegedly).

Muffy claimed in some court or another that her life was so ruined, her emotional makeup so damaged, that she not only needed antidepressents, but to (gasp) WEAR HATS for weeks after the mishap. Not only that, but she will "never be able to return to her natural blonde shade."

Some might argue that while blondes have more fun running around not being able to read, predicting the weather that's already happening, etc. Brunette just looks better. On pretty much everyone.

But what I'm hurting MY brain trying to figure out, is why she was taking a bottle to her mane at all if she was so intent on preserving her "natural" hue.

Hm, indeed.

P.S. The judge recognized this case for the load of garbage it is, and dismissed it like Muffy from class when she handed in homework written in glittery Bonne Belle chapstick.

Japan Thinks of Everything

I would like to say a big domo origato to Japan for their contribution to the world this week. No, I'm not referring to the nobel prize-winning physicists who have uncovered some likesuchas in particles, but to these guys:



Two adorable little monkeys who, in mimicking their owner's behavior, learned to serve beer and deliver hot towels. Seriously. First they beat us to the hydro-driven car, then they get the tiniest cell phones on planet earth, and now primate waiters? WHAT will Japan think of next.

Of course animal rights activists are gonna get alll upset about how this is unfair treatment of the poo-slinging little bastards. But riddle me this, PETA:

Is it crueler than shipping them off Gwen Stephanie to make some kind of camo-clad, Harajuku mockery of? I think not.