It’s that personal pampering time of year again- hoorah for the annual Monterey County Girls’ Goodlife Getaway travel deals! From March 1 – April 30, Divas can enjoy the decadent Monterey, CA lifestyle at delicious prices. Shop, spa, golf and wine taste to your discerning heart’s content- all the sumptuous somethings that Monterey is known…
by Stephanie Block Today I was looking at pictures from our recent Tango Diva trip to Club Med Crested Butte. Pictures of our gang shoulder to shoulder on top of the ice bar at the Paradise Lift, or me cheek to cheek with my hot ski instructor, Cowboy, who doubled as the lead singer in…
by Stephanie Block She has a good name, the kind that sounds exotic—like a place to meet in Buenos Aires or a type of dance. Meet me later at Cari Borja and we’ll do the Cariborja! Of course, to be official, we have to tack those last few letters on at the end (PhD), and…
Beware the Brazilian consulate! I samba-ed into one the other day to apply for a visa (to Brazil- who knew?) expecting all the usual questions- have you ever tried one of our waxes? do you have proof of thong ownership? …etc. But sitting across the bulletproof glass from me was a young, utterly humorless Brazilian…
by Stephanie Block “There have been several Duchesses of Westminster—but there is only one Chanel!” This was French designer Gabrielle Bonheur “Coco” Chanel’s (1883- 1971) answer to the proposal of marriage from the Duke of Westminster. Like Jane Austen, the only marriage she entertained was to her art. Poor Duke. But history’s consolation to him…
An unseasonably sunny, seventy-degree day dawned on the priveleged players of the annual AT&T Pebble Beach National Pro-Am golf tournament- the one where stars are the ‘am’ in Pro-Am, as in, “Am I dreaming or is that Justin Timberlake??” The fact that pro golfers whom you may not have heard of team up with Hollywood…
At a private party in Vegas watching my favorite part of the Superbowl- the commercials of course- I started hearing the voice of my feminist mother: Violence and objectification of women, uh-uh, honey. Now I know the Superbowl isn’t any kind of academic decathlon, but why does the mass appeal have to aim so low?…