Carrot Top

“Mate, your little guy has a case of Gingervitis!” yells Ben Wagner, a friend of ours in Australia, after meeting 3-month old J for the first time. “Yes,” I concede, “he’s a little red head.”

“Look at that carrot-top!” Says my Aunt Liz the second she lays eyes on him, and I feel a little hurt that she doesn’t mention his beautiful blue eyes or adorable smile instead.

“Look at that RED HAIR!” Giggles my sister-in-law Penny, pointing her comment directly in my husband’s direction, his obvious discomfort at having a red-head only egging her on.

Penny has three gorgeous red-heads and teasing my husband seems to be some sort of payback for her. I didn’t think the color of her children’s hair was ever a ‘thing’ for her but her relentless comments about J’s hair color seem to indicate otherwise.

Honestly, J’s red hair never bothered me until I starting worrying about it bothering other people. “Are red-headed men ugly?” I wondered to myself, then proceeded to google ‘Hot Red Headed men.” I gotta be honest, the results didn’t blow me away. I’ve never been attracted to a red-head, have you? Wait! I would hook up with Prince Harry (If I was single and ten years younger!) Prince Harry is hot! Sure, he’s a prince but he’s definitely handsome, right? Maybe my son will be one of the handsome ones?

Stop it! That’s terrible! That’s my baby you’re talking about! There’s more to him than his looks!

The thing is, I love him so much and I want him to feel handsome when he grows up. What if he gets teased for the color of his hair? What if girls look past him to the tall-dark and handsome boys instead?

To be fair, I know some really text-book gorgeous men that are complete dick-heads. One in particular has an equally stunning wife whom he cheats on repeatedly. Beautiful on the inside doesn’t equal beautiful on the inside.

Maybe average looks keep a man humble.

More than anything, I hope and pray my son is beautiful on the inside. That would be the greatest gift. Lord knows this world needs more good/kind/honest men.

I guess all this has me thinking about the pressure we feel as parents to have ‘good-looking’ children. It shouldn’t matter! It doesn’t matter! Its just too easy to jump to the conclusion that a pretty baby will have a blessed life. Not only that, because their looks are an extension of ours, if they’re beautiful that means we must be too. Hell, I even get a bit of a high when people tell me my dog is beautiful.

I am going to nip this thinking in the bud right now! I refuse to project this type of thinking onto my son. He’ll face enough of it without it coming from me. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, period!

And one things for sure, there is one person in this world already whose heart explodes with joy and love every time she sees him: his mum. To me he is the most beautiful boy in world.

And I have to laugh because a chubby, nerdy-looking red-head just walked past my table and I can’t help but think it was a little message to me from above. Time to get my thinking straight now, because my job is to raise a good man not a good-looking man.

What are your thoughts? Any red-heads out there? Any parents felt that pressure to have a good-looking baby? Let me know your thoughts! xoxo







Can you be healthy and well-liked? Or, will people always roll their eyes at you behind your back when you decline dessert? Avoid the platter of cheese? Say no to the third glass of wine?

In the last four days I’ve decided to “get healthy” again. Since becoming pregnant I’ve fallen off the healthy wagon and its time to jump back on (I hope the jump doesn’t hurt where I had my C section – yep, it still hurts 7 months later : ( )

My father was just diagnosed with very serious Type 2 Diabetes. My uncle has it as well. As a result, I have a 1 in 3 chance of getting it myself. Time to eat better. And not just because I want to look better (although I won’t deny that’s a major motivator,) more than anything I just don’t want diabetes!

Today, at my friend Lee’s house we were having coffee and I turned down the chocolate chip muffins. I was that girl, the one avoiding sugary fattening goodness while the other girls dug in. I was the girl who, by not partaking in the treats, made the girls who did partake feel fat. I’m being glib but you know what I mean. And I haven’t said no to sugar in a long time. For the past two years I was the girl judging the girl that says no to treats. Just eat the damn cookie bitch!

Lets face it, eating sugary foods and salty foods (bad foods) with your girlfriends is a form bonding. If your friends eat badly it lessens your own guilt about eating badly. And a lot of us girls also bond by being self-deprecating. “I hate my ass.” “I hate my thighs.” “I ate a row of Oreo cookies last night!” “You think that’s bad, I ate the whole bag!” Ah ha ha! Ah ha ha! Ah ha sob! I would argue, its so implicit in ‘Girl World’ to bond over junk food that girls even lie about eating junk when they haven’t just to fit in.

I have a friend who eats ‘perfectly.’ Like, we went on a road trip in college, partied all weekend long, stopped for french fries on the drive back to school to cure our hangovers (as you do) and from out of nowhere she presented a tiny tupperware container full of low-fat cottage cheese with exactly seven almonds in it. WTF! Instantly, we all felt inferior. And its because of her willpower (cottage cheese for a hangover??) that she has the most amazing body you’ve ever seen. Good for her. But on some level we all secretly hate that she can’t just ever have a ‘chubby phase’ like the rest of us. And that’s not right is it?

When I was heavy into auditioning I felt I needed to be skinny (I don’t need to explain why do I?) As a result, I became very strict about what I ate: No sugar, no bread, no pasta, no potatoes, no beer, almost no wine, no butter, low fat cheese… You get the idea. And I swear to God, I lost friends. The skinnier I got, the more strict I was about my diet, the more certain girls weren’t nice to me. Maybe they thought my efforts to be thin were anti-feminist, anti-woman and weak… Maybe I wasn’t as fun to be around because I couldn’t bond over junk food? Or, maybe, by not eating junk I made them feel badly for eating it…?

I really hope I don’t loose friends this time around. But lets not get ahead of ourselves, I’ve only been eating better for four days : )

What do you think? Do you ever secretly judge the girl that continually makes healthy choices? Are you that healthy girl? Guys, what’s it like for you? Do you have junk food bonding sessions with your friends? Have you ever eaten something you didn’t want to just to fit in?

Please share your opinions/thoughts with me! x




Spring is here – well almost – and in New York the shop windows are filling up with stick-thin models in unbelievably skimpy outfits. You mights as well wear your underpants and a napkin draped across your chest and save the money on a new spring/summer wardrobe.

Its to the point where I feel a bit awkward about how much ‘ass’ I see when I leave the house. I mean, good for you if you’ve got a great butt, but woman-to-woman, showing it off that much feels a bit try-hard to me. Isn’t the point to surprise the guy (or girl) in a good way with how sexy your body is after he’s earned the right to see it by being your friend, taking you out for coffee, dinner etc…?

It took me until my mid twenties to realize that its not that big a deal to turn someone on – we are horny people folks – the big deal is to have someone really care about you, BIG difference!

So, please consider covering up your ass cheeks and bringing them for special occasions only – trips to Starbucks, no matter how much you love your coffee, don’t count.

How are you feeling about the impending season of showing off more of your bod?

Are you hitting the gym hard to get ready?

Are you feeling good just the way you are?

One things for sure, in New York we will see it all: butt cleavage to hijabs. Where do you fall on that spectrum? 




Oprah’s calling!

Well, they want to use the ‘Body Evolution’ video in their show about ‘Anti-Aging’ anyway : ) According to the producer I talked to Cameron Diaz and Sharon Stone are going to be on the show discussing anti-aging and our video.

At first I felt annoyed. What do these two genetically gifted women really know about the struggle to stay beautiful? Not only do they start out more beautiful than most of us, they can afford 250 dollar (plus) dye jobs to hide grays. They can afford personal trainers. They can afford to take the time off work to ‘work-out.’ They can afford Botox, fillers and plastic surgery…

Celebrities have it easier when it comes to aging.

Or do they?

Celebrities have to age in close-ups, for millions of people to see. Now that’s pressure. 

I was recently at a dinner with two big-time industry agents and an industry lawyer and they were talking about Cameron Diaz. What they were saying about her wasn’t kind: “She was known for her looks, she can’t really act and now she looks bad. She’s done” They said it matter-of-factly. Was this the real reason Cameron Diaz was promoting a book about ‘Health and Beauty’ and discussing the topic of ‘aging’ in the media; was she fighting to stay relevant? Was she trying to stay ahead of the critics by doing press about how its ok to age so people were less likely to judge her for aging.

Did Cameron Diaz ‘make it’ in Hollywood – at least in part – due to her looks? Will people still want to see her on screen when she no longer looks incredibly youthfully beautiful? Will her acting talent and character be enough?

Is she only now facing what most of us have faced our whole lives, the knowledge that we aren’t the most beautiful girl in room?

Is it harder to age when you are known for your beauty? Please let me know your thoughts on this subject!!

 For more on the topic watch OWN on Sunday March 15th.




Stick Your Booty Out!

Its almost that time of year ladies, the time of year where we can no longer hide our bodies inside big warm coats!

At least that’s true of the colder parts of the country. For those of you in the warmer parts, I guess you don’t have the luxury of hiding some extra padding under a big coat for a third of the year. So I bet you’re looking pretty good right now, aren’t you? Jerks : )

For those of us that are emerging after a brutal winter, we look awesome (not!) Our skin is dry and crusty, we are depressed from lack of sun and we’ve got some more junk in the trunk (or mid-section, or both) than we know what to do with. Come-on, what else are you going to do during a polar vortex but eat!?

Today I left the house in my coat to go to the grocery store and realized it was boiling hot out. My coat was too heavy, but so were my ass and thighs.

If you’re like me, you’ve often picked dripping with sweat and hot flashes over revealing your ‘post-winter’ booty. Yes, I’m guilty of wearing my winter coat way into spring. “I’m always cold,” I say, as beads of sweat form on my upper lip.

Today, I chose to tie my long, big and bulky down coat awkwardly around my waist to hide my derriere, and it made me think of you: What if we made a pledge to one another to ‘not’ tie anything around our waists this spring? No jackets, sweatshirts or t-shirts so long they might as well be dresses. What if we stopped hiding our different shapes?

I’m gonna try and be brave. Yikes! Do it with me? x




Wonder Woman!

Wonder Woman!