OMG Y’ALL, there are literally TENS OF ONES OF SNOWFLAKES blowing around Austin today, and of course my beloved city is freaking out and people are asking me if they can get a ride home because I drive a Volvo and they drive fair-trade biodegradable shade-picked food processors that are held together with nothing but smugness and Ron Paul stickers.
I love Texas, but have you ever dipped a poodle in warm Vaseline and let him loose on linoleum? That is what most Texans are like when the snow falls. We had schools that started late just because IT MIGHT POSSIBLY SNOW UP TO A QUARTER OF AN INCH SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE. Now, I’m from Virginia and while we don’t get a LOT of snow as compared to those Northern places like Utaho and Maineissota we got enough to know that with snow –as with so many other things– if it’s not seven inches, it’s not keeping me in bed.
On that theme –and as a gentle acknowledgment that many of the big girls who read MftBG are the type who can pee standing up– today’s Friday Fierceness will be about some of the fiercest creatures this side of Helen Lawson’s wig.
Thombeau at Château Thombeau.
Hearts broke all over the world when Thombeau departed Planet Fabulon, taking a several month “Fabbatical” before emerging phoenix-like at Château Thombeau. You’ve probably noticed by now that Manolo for the Big Girl has readers who are big girls of both genders, and the Château is one-stop shopping for all things wild and wonderful. It’s moderately safe for work, although those houseboys do tend to get out of hand.
TJB at Stirred, Straight Up, with a Twist.
“It helps to remember that it is permanently 1962 (give or take a decade); and that the problems of the real world can be solved with a touch of glamour and a dash of style.” Less haute couture, more delicious retro-pulp, I simply cannot and will not sleep without checking what b-movie marvels TJB has found for us that day. If Thombeau is Galliano, TJB is Gaultier. You just can’t pick a favorite. Generally work-safe with the occasional black-boxed vintage pin-up.
Muscato at Café Muscato
The genteel musings of an “exile on an alien shore, trying to find solace in sun, sea, and the occasional drop of Champagne.” This is work safe and an alternately homey/glammy diary of life on a sleepy chic little sultanate.
Mistress MJ at The Infomaniac
Not even CLOSE to being work safe, but Mistress MJ is a goddess in striped tights. Don’t miss Filthy Fridays!
Tom Sutpen at If Charlie Parker Was a Gunslinger, There’d Be a Whole Lot of Dead Copycats.
If you ever wanted to learn how to be cool and well-versed in 20th century culture (pop and otherwise) you’d do well to lock yourself in a room for a month and pore over The Gunslinger’s back catalog. Work safe –except for the Art of the Centerfold feature– and an education unto itself.