Stephanie Klein's Greek Tragedy

from day to nars

My skin is pallid. To the point where if my children awoke suddenly and noticed me, they might run to their father and swear it was snowing outside. Or in the bathroom… where I’ve been hiding. Frankly, I need a…

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whore lure: the scent of sex

Ireceived emails ALL DAY yesterday about the details of how. "How does one go about playing at the other woman, you know, specifically." Okay, then. The short of it: I called my man, casually asked him to come meet me…

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country western singer hair correctional facility

I t’s happened: I look like a country western singer. It’s time for a haircut. The only person—it so appears—capable of giving a proper "long layers cut" in this town is an arrogant chamber pot of a French bastard…

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charm bracelets: what’s your story?

For boys maybe it’s baseball cards. I’ll have to figure it out. Girls, I know girls. When I was a toddler my grandparents gave me a gold heart charm locket with a diamond in its center. The locket opened,…

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makeup for the busy mom

I mentioned last week that I wait until I’m in the car to apply my makeup. What I failed to mention are the products I’m actually using these days.   If you can’t do anything else, at…

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bumpits and mom cleavage

Nope. This is not a photo of me on Halloween (though I will post one). It’s me, today, just back from Los Angeles, where it seemed all the ladies were sporting strappy motorcycle boots with leggings or skinny jeans,…

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who does her full on makeup in the car?

I do. I’ll admit it. Not only do I apply a silicone based product, followed up by HD foundation, but I’ve been known to paint my wee little piggies, too. Phil’s always impatient and in a rush to go places,…

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s factor in austin

S Factor, a pole dancing and striptease workout, is coming to Austin Oct. 24th and 25th. They’ll be holding a series of workshops both days at Soma Vida Wellness Center. Yes, the price is steep at $85…

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he said, she said: the lion, the bitch, and her wardrobe

It was date night, so I put in a little effort. Effort meaning a shower. Little meaning shaving the wee bits. I dabbed on lotion and rifled through the closet for a date-worthy outfit. You know, the ensembles featured…

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duane reade redux

I like fancy. I like French manicured toes and the notion of finger bowls, despite not quite knowing what to do with them–you know, aside from (gasp) serving soup in them. I like using the fine china on a…

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