What Miss Plumcake is…

Greetings my little firecrackers of love, how’s every little thing? Me, I’m great. I’ve never spent the Fourth of July outside the United States before…surprisingly it’s not QUITE as big a deal here. It reminded me of the time I was in Ireland doing one of those double decker bus tours of Dublin (we were tired, okay?) and the tour conductor seemed to take less than a warm and tender view re: the English Reformation I –as the World’s Most Glamorous Anglican ™– know and love.

Anyway, it’s Tuesday which means it’s time to find out What Miss Plumcake is…


Reading: Letters from My Windmill – Alphonse Daudet. I know I’ve mentioned this charming 1866 collection of short stories before, but I’m doing it again. It’s that perfect combination of sweet and melancholy you’d expect in a French pastoral, with just a little sharpness under the bucolic bliss.

Watching: Titanic Titanic came out the winter of my freshman year in college and you couldn’t go anywhere or do anything without SOMEONE’S heart going on and on about this movie. Feeling a bit nostalgic this week for reasons I’ll mention in a second, I decided to watch this flick for the first time since it came out the theater Gorgeous hats, gorgeous costumes, gorgeous Kate Winslet, terrible, terrible script.

Hearing: Looking Out the Fishbowl by Eddie From Ohio. If my college years had a soundtrack, it would be Eddie from Ohio, a high energy folk outfit that’s half Ani DiFranco, half James Taylor and half some other things I can’t really think of now but maybe have something to do with Lyle Lovett. Looking Out The Fishbowl –incidentally the first piece of swag I ever got from my radio show– is all about newly discovered independence, pretty heady stuff for a girl who had just left home. It features a fantastic song called Fifth of July, about what happens after you’ve declared your independence. Good track and the inspiration for my whole late 90’s throwback week.

Smelling: Axe Body Spray. Okay, hear me out. Remember, it’s throwback week. Before Axe came to the US it was extremely popular with the Dutch. Most importantly one very important Dutch boy, Miss Plumcake’s first true love. Now let me tell you, the boy loved his product, and the scent set forth by his six million styling gels was only enhanced by the liberal application of Axe’s now-discontinued “Inca.”

I don’t know if it actually smelled good or I was just so roofied up on teenage love that I stockholmed myself into liking it, but when I pulled out my copy of Looking Out The Fishbowl I got a big whiff of his cologne and it sent me right back to the spring of 1998 when I was young, in love and probably very, very smelly.

Loving: That my first love turned into Uter from the Simpsons. While we’re ON the subject of that Dutch boy, I can tell you he dropkicked my heart against the treehouse wall something fierce. I was everything he wanted, except for too tall and too fat. HE on the other hand, looked like a taller, blonder version of Leo DiCaprio. I google stalked him a few months ago and discovered to my cloven-hooved glee that my teenage dreamboat has Not Aged Well and although I’m normally against schadenfreude of any kind, I’ll allow myself this one tiny scoop. Okay I’ll take two. They’re small.

Hating: Reality Television. All of it. Except for that show about the alligator hunters. That one can stay. Seriously guys, I just don’t get it. How do you not feel stupid watching reality television? The one exception I’ll make is Swamp People, which I streamed on Netflix when I was in DC. Does that count as reality tv, or is it just a serialized documentary? More importantly, does anyone think that Troy Landry’s son looks like Kevin Spacey, except for, you know, not gay?

Wanting: Pink Grapefruit Mentos. Nowhere. Nowhere to be found. Why must the world be so cruel?

Buying:Very by Pet Shop Boys. So the Dutch boy’s favorite band was Pet Shop Boys. He was like a one man version of “Gay or European?”

So that’s all I’ve got this week, what about you? What’s currently making YOUR heart go on?

9 Responses to “What Miss Plumcake is…”

  1. Heather-the-Tall-and-Auburn-Tressed July 5, 2011 at 2:35 pm #

    Pink grapefruit Mentos sound delicious. In my head I just concocted a delightful little ritual consisting of pink grapefruit Mentos and gin.

  2. La Petite Acadienne July 5, 2011 at 2:58 pm #

    Oh, you wench! I had forgotten all about how wonderful pink grapefruit Mentos are. And now that you’ve made me remember them, I want them. And I have no doubt that I will never, ever find them again.

  3. Church Mom July 5, 2011 at 4:48 pm #

    I know you’re on vacation, but I think this may constitute a fashion emergency.
    Could you please, when you have a moment, say a few words on the timely subject of Sundresses And Bras?
    In your absence, chaos is reigning on the streets of our fair city.

    xo

  4. Klee July 5, 2011 at 4:51 pm #

    Titanic is best viewed with the sound off. However,my version of your dutch, aka The One Who Ripped My Beating Heart Out Of My Chest is Billy Zane’s long lost twin, so it is with very mixed emotions that I watch

  5. Thea July 5, 2011 at 9:55 pm #

    I misread Church Mom’s request as “Sadness and Bras” for a second, but it is either a potentially great title for a novel, or my state of mind – but why quibble :-)

  6. Orora July 6, 2011 at 10:27 am #

    I feel the same way about RL Polo as you do about Axe. In high school I had a mad crush on a blond-haired blued-eyed WASP who wore about an ounce of it every day. We were in a play together where he had to “subdue” me and goodness was it fun to struggle against him in that cloud of preppy masculinity. The stuff smells just awful, but I’ll always love it.

  7. Church Mom July 6, 2011 at 3:38 pm #

    … Aramis.
    Smells like puppy love.

  8. Jezebella July 7, 2011 at 12:49 pm #

    Grey Flannel is my kryptonite. Yes, it was the 80s. Alas.

  9. Thea July 8, 2011 at 12:18 pm #

    @Orora, ditto on Polo. Tho my guy was a hunky Portugese, I think he bathed in the stuff.

    Tho I may have been guilty of wearing “Lauren” and once, in a fit of Goddess knows what “Poison”