Sunday, January 25, 2015

Was The Most Interesting Dress At The SAG Awards Really A Dress? Or A Disaster?

Emma Stone SAG Awards 2015

5pm. Sunday. January 25th, 2015. 

Marcy and Cynthia are watching the Screen Actors Guild Awards on TV.  

They stare at Emma Stone's Dior Couture dress blazer outfit. 

They are utterly confused.

Marcy:  Do you like it?

Cynthia:  I don't know. Do you?

Marcy:  It's a basic black blazer with some sheer black mesh attached to the hem.

Cynthia:  It's Dior Couture.

Marcy:  So. It's still a basic black blazer with some sheer black mesh attached to the hem. Still... there's something about it...

Cynthia:  So what was your favorite dress of the night?

Marcy:  Tatiana Maslany's Oscar de la Renta gown.

Tatiana Maslany SAG Awards 2015

Cynthia:  A black and white concoction? That's so predictable of you. Mine was Emmy Rossum's Armani Prive gown.

Marcy:  A silverly glittery disco ball dress? That's so predictable of you.

They go back to staring at Emma Stone's dress blazer outfit.

Cynthia:  I think we need help from our readers on this one.

Marcy:  Yeah.

Marcy and Cynthia:  So Awesome Readers - what do you think?

Is Emma Stone's dress blazer outfit...

A Hit or a Miss?

A Dream or a Disaster?

Super Cool or Super Criminal?

Fabulous Fashion? Or a Fashion Faux Paw?

Please help us.

xo and meow,
marcy + cynthia

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Thursday, January 22, 2015

My Life As A NOT Potato: Solanine And The Potato Allergy

Mrs. Potato Head by Dorrie Rifkin Watercolors on Etsy

5:00 pm

Marcy and Penelope Kitten spend the day bickering and antagonizing one another. 

They take a break and bop on into the office where Cynthia is shopping working on the computer.

Marcy:  Hey. Can we have the car keys? We're hungry and we want McDonalds.

Cynthia (thinking she misheard):  What?

Marcy:  I want a Quarter Pounder with Cheese (no onions or pickles). And Penelope wants a hamburger Happy Meal.

penelope kitten:  yum yum.

Cynthia:  What?

Marcy:  I'll bring you back a Filet-O-Fish. Oh wait. I forgot. You're a veg head now. What about some fries? They're French.

Cynthia:  What?

Marcy:  Oh wait. I forgot. You have that phantom allergy to potatoes.

Cynthia:  Hey. It's not a phantom allergy.  It's real.

Marcy:  Where did you find that out? The Hypochondriac Hotline?

Cynthia:  After 10 years of having this allergy, there is finally some real research into it. Check out this article called The Case Of The Poison Potato.

The author of the piece, Maggie Koerth-Baker, talks about how the potato has a naturally occurring defense mechanism called solanine to guard against pests. Solanine is that green stuff under the skin of the potato and it's deadly to pests. And not too good for humans either.

Some people may only have a mild reaction to the solanine. But some die from it.

In my case, I get hypothermia.

Elsa from Frozen

Marcy:  What?

Cynthia:  Yeah. So, this is what happened.

It was in the middle of August in the middle of scorching hot Texas and I woke up not feeling right. I tried to get out of bed but my muscles felt like jelly and I could only crawl to the kitchen for water. I was boiling hot and freezing cold at the same time. I felt like I was falling and passing out.

Freddy took my temperature. It was 92.2.

Marcy:  Gasp. 92.2! Shouldn't you be dead?

Cynthia:  Freddy immediately called 911. The ambulance whisked me away to the hospital where not one doctor could figure out how a healthy thirty-something could get hypothermia in 100 degree Texas heat.

Marcy:  So what'd they do?

Cynthia:  Nothing. I recovered. Then, I was sent to a cardiologist and neurologist and an endocrinologist and had a medieval torture session known as a 6 hour blood fasting test.

The doctors found nothing.

Marcy:  Nothing?

Cynthia:  Nope. But Freddy did. He googled "causes of hypothermia" and up popped one article about how solanine in potatoes can cause ... hypothermia. Guess what I ate a few hours before my temperature dropped?

Marcy:  Potatoes! So after that you never ate potatoes again.

Cynthia:  Well... no.

Marcy (shaking her head):  Are you that dumb, Cindy? Really?

Cynthia:  Every single doctor and nurse I encountered during my marathon doctor visits pooh poohed our theory. In fact, I got lectured about going onto the internet for medical advice every single time.

Marcy continues to shake her head.

Cynthia:  The second time it happened was even scarier than the first. The battle to stay conscious was so epic and I got so exhausted I didn't know how long I could hang in there.

Marcy:  Did your life pass before your eyes? Were you scared?

Cynthia:  No and no.  I only felt tremendous guilt about leaving Freddy in Texas ... with two cats. I kept asking him not to be mad at me.

Illustration by Henrietta Harris

Marcy:  You're so dramatic.  So then what?

Cynthia:  We went to an emergency clinic. The doctor there stared at me and talked about how green and waxy I looked. I recovered and went home.

Marcy:  And then you stopped eating potatoes.

Cynthia:  Well. No.

Marcy:  Aaaaargghhhh

Cynthia:  Marcy, you don't understand.  The consensus among all the doctors was that it was probably a virus. I mean... I believed them.

A year later, Freddy and I were traveling in northern California and ate at a Fridays Restaurant. I got nostalgic for the potato skins I ate all the time when I was kid so I ordered them.

The next day I was home alone and my temperature started to drop and drop and drop. And I got weaker and weaker and weaker.  I managed to call my stepmom who asked me what I had eaten the night before.

Marcy:  Duh. Potatoes.

Cynthia: She told me to take Benadryl immediately. Freddy came racing home with Benadryl and two hours later I felt better. At this point, we all believed that I had developed an allergy to potatoes. No matter whether any doctor agreed or not.

Marcy:  So you finally and forever stopped eating potatoes.

Cynthia doesn't answer.

Marcy (yelling):  Cindy! No way!

Cynthia:  Well, I was offered some Mcdonalds french fries. I had just seen Super Size Me, Morgan Spurlock's documentary about McDonalds, and since their french fries were pretty much determined to be ... well ... not really food ... I figured there was only some small remnants of potato flakes in them anyway. Not enough to count surely.

Art work by Ben Frost

Marcy:  It did.

Cynthia:  Yes. I didn't get as sick but it was enough so that now I will truly never eat a potato again in my life..

... and I haven't had a hypothermia episode since.

Thank you for your article on solanine in potatoes, Maggie Koerth-Baker! I feel somewhat vindicated by it since it is further proof that my allergy is real and not a figment of my imagination - as some people and cats like to think.

penelope kitten:  changed my mind. i want chicken mcnuggets instead. yum. yum.

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Monday, January 19, 2015

Marcy's Nine Likes | trois

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1.  Fascinating! Introverts explained. And it's not the same thing as being shy.

2.  So bitchy and wonderful: Tom & Lorenzo have the best weekly recaps of Downton Abbey.

3.  My next blush: From light coral to dark pink. It comes with instructions and is shaped like a ... cat. Of course!

4.  Uh Oh. Amy Schumer is dead on in her video about how women accept compliments.

5.  But then, who cares about compliments anyway? Shouldn't we instead emulate these 12 incredible and accomplished women in history who "didn't give a f*ck"?  (seriously funny and inspiring Buzzfeed list).

6.  Slumber sweetly in this pretty rose colored romper by Eloise.

7.  Adorable: Giant paw litter mat. I’ve got this one and it works and is super cute.

8.  Marcy refuses to believe she does any of these. But she does six of them. Consistently.

9.  An oddly quiet, magically decrepit mall in Bangkok is filled with ... fish.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Modern Day Vintage

Cynthia: So of course I had to share another vintage photo of a girl posing with her cat. It is #ThrowbackThursday after all.

Marcy:  Of course you did. You're obsessed with these photos.

Cynthia:  Kind of. This one makes me want to put on a romantic white blouse like this one for $410 that (of course) sold out immediately at Anthropologie.

Chaine Peasant Top by Zimmerman at Anthropologie

Marcy:  As noted in a previous post, you have a serious problem.

Cynthia:  I know.  These two are more reasonable and just as pretty.

HD in Paris Pina Lace Top

Free People Connected Mock Neck Buttondown

Cynthia:  And throw on a big bow -

Satin Ribbon Hair Clip

Marcy:  Okay so you do know it's not 1985 anymore.  Right? Cindy?

Cynthia:  And grab a cat.

Marcy:  Grab a dead cat you mean.

Cynthia:  No, I don't mean that. What do you mean?

Marcy:  That's a taxidermy cat.

Cynthia:  No way.

Marcy:  Take a good look, Cindy. That is one dead stuffed cat.

Cynthia takes another look at the photo.

And then another look.

And another.

Marcy:  Sorry to burst your bubble.

Cynthia:  You're not sorry.

Marcy:  I know.

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