Alcohol is a double edged sword. The truth comes out and you have to forgive the person speaking under the influence of it. They say someone speaks the truth when they're drunk. I'm not going to lie, I'm drunk a lot. However, I'm 100% Irish, people don't even know I'm drunk (until I try to walk.) There's an Irish gene that absorbs a lot of the alcohol. Maybe it is potato based?

It can make you feel so good and the other person "not so good." AND NOW I RANT. Shit, where's the potato when you need it?

I went to the wedding of my bestfriend, since I was 15 years old. My famiy is nuts. His family is not. They adopted me. They didn't legally adopt me. However, I was a lot sad with my current family situation (the one I was born into) and this family took me in. Much like I take in stray dogs.

I knew the Grandpa's and Grandma's. I knew the siblings. I LOVED THEM. To this day, they are my blood.

This was the Beaver Cleaver Family. Mom was always making sure everyone was happy. Dad knew everything about everything. 

I was popular. Joe was not. A number "Joe" was left on my floor (I called it. We talked for 3 hours.) During the entire call I said "YOU ARE AMAZING"! Joe just needed some self confidence. Lucky for him, I recognize greatness in people. He was greatness. I also had an abundance of self confidence (what you realize early on is that no one is going to champion you, if you don't champion you. You get good at it.) Joe is smart and sweet and really, really talented. He's a genius and just had a poor outlook on himself where everyone else saw a really good looking gem. Your childhood can determine your self-esteem and because he was a heavy kid, he always saw himself as "the fat kid." After years of teasing he wasn't willing to "put himself out there" (and who could blame him?) I would get him out of his town, bring him to my high school functions and all the girls would say "WHO IS THAT YOU'RE WITH?" Not one was thinking teasing thoughts. My guess is dirty ones...

My boyfriend was in college and "above" high school events. I proudly brought Joe as a stand-in to all of them.

He became my bestfriend.

Joe and I married the same year. He moved out to California. But we never saw each other much. His wife hated me. Although Joe and I never had a sexual realtionship. She wasn't OK with the fact that we had ANY relationship. Joe and I realized we were both in wrong relationships and divorced the same year as each other.

Joe contacted me through facebook and we tried to schedule a meet up. You all know my schedule is hectic. He wrote "Please come to my wedding September 29th. My parents would love to see you. I went. It was gorgeous. I'm so proud of Joe.

This isn't a post bashing Joe's Dad. He was my "dad" through a lot of my life and I love him. It's a post on how time goes on and the tables turn. The pretty, popular girl can do a lot. Unfortunately, I can't stop time.

It was towards the end of the night and Joe's dad had a few. As we all do. And I know he didn't mean this to be mean. He was just saying what was on his mind. He cares about me and I'm sure it came out wrong. He looked at me and said "Megan you need to find stability, you need to find someone that wants to be with you. You need to do it soon, because you're not young anymore and you're going to lose your looks." That's a fatherly advice thing to say. I know this and I respect him but I'm not going to lie. It sucked.

I replied "I know, I'm just working on a lot of projects right now and I'm busy. But I will..."

He just looked at me, shook his head and said "but you don't have a lot of time left."

I then called a cab. The irony of being at my friend's wedding who had all sorts of self esteem issues as a kid, yet flourished into an amazing male adult wasn't lost on me. I had so much self esteem as a kid, yet as a single 36 year old woman, where did it go? Why (I know he said it with the best intentions) was I reduced to feeling like there was a ticker on my attractiveness and self worth? 

Because men get distinguished, women get old.

Meg here and I am TIRED. Living in the "big city"can wear a woman down. I had to go to my editor's. This month cost more than I thought. I was checking my bank balance online and seemed to be in good shape for my Paris trip. My editor wanted to know when I would be at her home. I looked at the clock and said "right away."

I was in decent spirits, the weather was gorgeous and I turned on my pop radio station as my convertible top went down. I love my car. When you spend 90% of your life in traffic you realize that is money well spent. I have no children. I have no husband. I have a cherry red Mercedes 2 door convertible that I name "Fraulein." Like you don't name your car?

"Fraulein" is German for "An unmarried lady." It's a perfect name.

Fraulein and I were stuck in traffic. Top down. Sun beaming on us. I had my Chanel purse sitting on my passenger seat. "Chanel" is the French name of a ridiculously expensive purse that American morons, like myself, spend stupid money on. It's a perfect name.

I was in a bit of a "sketch" neighborhood. I was on Sunset Blvd. When I was stuck in L.A. Traffic. I was minding my own business. My radio was playing Katy Perry. I screamed. A huge man decided I was the perfect target to purse snatch. He came up to my car, he reached over to grab my purse. I hit "Chanel" to the floor for her safety after a blood-curling "NNOOO!" 

For my own safety? I hit the gas. My instinct to "flee" was correct. Unfortunately, I fled fast and far and shaken and straight into a Porsche...

Yup, my luck? I ain't hittin' no Neon. I drove straight into a Porsche Cayenne. My would-be purse robber ran. I hit my lights and pulled over. You can bet Mr. Porsche did as well.

People are inherently good and Mr. Porsche saw what had happened. He was more concerned that I was OK and he was calling 911 (which never showed up by the way, that's a different rant.) to report my attempted robbery. If you have the money, buy a Porsche. There wasn't a scratch on his car. My beloved Fraulein was smoking and the bumper was on the ground. She maybe finished. I know tomorrow if they're going to "total her out."

There went my Paris shopping money.

When something like this happens, I don't care how "strong you are." Don't get me wrong, I knew I was lucky to be alive and all, but it is stressful. You want to call someone. Just as a human being, you need to reach out. I want to talk about my friend Martin Genis.

This isn't make up related. I've had a hard past couple of days and it's "Monday's With Meg" so I am allowed to go off a little here. 

I didn't know Martin, I didn't know him one bit. I was watching a Real Housewives of Beverly Hills where I got to know Martin. Don't go all stalker "Meg! You're like John Hinkley Jr.!" 

I watched him on the show. I loved that he was easy going. He smoked ciggarettes, he had cocktails and a wonderful laugh. He didn't take himself too seriously, he is handsome and seemed kind and I enjoyed that even though he was profiled on this show, he seemed to be in on the gag.

I saw him on an episode on a Sunday, I mentioned to my botox Dr. (who turned out to be a mutual friend-Beverly Hills is a small town) that I would like to meet Martin Genis on a Tuesday. Because "the Universe" likes for you to participate in your own fate, Genis was picking me up for dinner that coming Friday. 

Was my intuition correct? Yes. Everyone's is. Listen you yours. We got on "like a house on fire." Martin makes me laugh. He makes fun of me (which I appreciate.) I make fun of him (which he tolerates.)

A year and a half later, I was standing alone, my car was crashed and I was, well...Sad. 

The first text I sent was to Martin. The reply came in 5 minutes, literally. 

Meg here, I have to remind myself sometimes. THIS IS MY PERSONAL BLOG. I'm so glad a lot of you like it but somestime's I'm all "Ooh, I shouldn't write that" Partially because a lot of corporations read this but more so, my 85 yr. old grandmother got all "tech." I wrote the word "shitty" in a post and my Gram sent me an email over it. Talk about stupid "Catholic Guilt." So Gram, get the shit off my blog! Just kidding. I love you. 

A few posts back I wrote about living with an astrology reader. Here it is. It's a great read on how good she is. 

I went to New York City, I went to do business and visit my bestfriend Amy Z. I was ready to find out why my life is the way it is. I asked Lexie to please give me a reading. I was ready for the good, the bad and the ugly.

Lexie (very pregnant) arrived. She asked for some water and to put her feet up and then she started. If you want something sugar-coated, go to a bakery. If you want to know why you're behaving the way you are-go to Lexie.

Lexie: You're never having children. You had a bunch in your last life and while you're maternal to all those around you. It's not happening here. You're done. Also, when I was reading your planetary chart I had to take off my own wedding ring because it was cutting the blood off. YOU can't be in a marriage. You have to be "free" or you freak out. It's the way your Venus is. Let me show you...

I just nod and look at charts? Why am I going to Paris? What does that mean?

Lexie: It says so cleary a man from your past is meeting you in Paris. This is it. He's the one. I think Dave will be meeting you in Paris (Dave is my ex. He is not "meeting me in Paris." He is watching my dog while I am there.) We are friends and not romantic-evenly slightly-even after copious amounts of booze. We're friends. That's it.

Lexie leaves and I have a good read on why I am doing a lot of stuff in my life. She's so "off the mark" on my upcoming trip to Paris. I mean really. who is she talking about? So weird.

We all have our shit (sorry Gram) and part of mine was that I was a very odd kid. I was so underweight and funny looking and I had no friends and I just enjoyed reading. I would go to my 3rd grade reccess and bring my book and read. I loved to read "The Classics" (wonder why I was a nerd. I loved to read Pride And Prejudice, Robin Hood, Oliver Twist.) I was eight years old and had no friends so I would read these books. I was teased terribly.

It's funny and if you have children you better teach them NEVER MAKE FUN OF ANYONE! NEVER. I do believe that is the best lesson you can teach your child. Teach them empathy abd kindness. The "nerds" they make fun of today will be the "bosses" they work for tomorrow.

I had a hard day of "teasing" on the playground and a boy that didn't need to, he came up to me. He said "Don't feel bad. Those girls only are mean to you because they're jealous of how smart you are."-N.M.

I never forgot that. Ever. Those are simple words but they made such an impact on me. From one eight year old to another.

With the great invention of Facebook, N.M and I became friends, I saw (on the surface what he was up to) he saw (on the surface, what I was doing.) He lives in New York. I'm in New York A LOT.

After 2 years of missed lunches and drinks we decided to meet up for a cocktail. I was in the neighborhood that he was going to be in. My plans had changed for the night. He was free, I was open. O.K. I felt I owed him at least the conversation to "thank you" for giving me some child playground self confidence.

I got to the place before NM and I was brought back to the playground. I was qualifying myself in my head. "I'm on TV." Breathe. Stupid. I know, but it's funny how we revert to our old roles. Like he would give a shit I was "on TV." Like anyone would. 

NM walked in and I recognized him right away. I tried to play it cool but (you now I have verbal diarrhea) so I thanked him so much for standing up for me and being so cool.

He only sort of remembered. He then was so gracious "Thanking me" for telling him about the story. We spent the rest of the night catching up, over the last 30 YEARS. It was really nice.

Then I told him that I didn't know why, but I had always wanted to go to Paris, so I just booked the ticked to go.

Imagine my surprise when he laughed, he said "I know, me too!" 

He booked the same dates, he booked them months before. Thanks Lexie! I'm officially "weirded out" YOU FREAK!

Meg here! I know, I've been terrible about updating but this is a new week and I'm going to be a lot better about it. 

I had an absolute blast this past Thursday night. I wish you all lived closer because I would love to have you all over to my house, AKA "The Rage Cage." The lovely ladies that rep Schick Quattro For Women asked me if I would have a viewing party for a webseries that they are a proud sponsor of. It was a total success season 1. The show is called Dating Rules From My Future Self. They wanted us to watch the season premiere and share what we thought about it.

A reason to have a party? I'll have a party if I go a week avoiding a parking ticket so the Schick Chick's didn't have to ask me twice! As if I needed any incentive they lovingly mailed me snacks, an Amex giftcard to buy booze, party plates and napkins and what every Hollywood party needs...Giftbags! How cool is that? They went all Martha Stewart and shipped it straight to my house.

I have to confess, I'm a little late to the game of "web series." I just thought it was going to be some low rent live stream. I can admit when I'm wrong and I was very, very wrong. Alloy Entertainment is the company behind "Dating Rules From My Future Self." They had another little web series called "Gossip Girl." It went so mainstream it went to your TV and I'm pretty sure you've seen an episode! This series is so well done, it looks like you're watching a network television show (but without commercials!)

I had to laugh because the napkins Schick Quattro For Women sent over said "Girls Night Out." I had 12 friends over, the 5 guys attending seemed to be fine as women for the evening.

We all mingled and then Dave set the computer up so we could all watch the show on my large flatscreen TV. I called everyone into the livingroom and asked everyone to please be quiet as I played Episode 1 Season 1. Yes, I know I was suppose to start with Season 2 but I thought Dating Rules From My Future Self would get confusing if we didn't start at the begining. We hit play, started the show and something amazing happened...Everyone stopped talking! Seriously, you know how hard it is to get a group of people (and we like to talk) to pay attention. All of us were totally captivated! There wasn't peep, and then we watched another episode, and another and another... Even the guys were into it with one saying "I'm totally watching the rest of these when I get home."

Even though I'm linking to Season 2, Episode 1. I recommend you watch the first season. The good news is that you don't have to, you'll totally be able to follow what's going on. I just think you'll really enjoy it and want to. 

What happens when you have a group of "adults" to your home, and a visiting New Zealand Pop Star? That's a long story, but stay with me here, a dance party!

Blame it on the alcohol but we soon started playing some tunes and opening our giftbags that were filled with Schick Quattro For Women razors. We had such a great night we wanted to give tribute to the company that let us have this great party. A group shave seemed weird. You know what didn't seem strange? Using our razors like raver club kids use glow sticks and wave them around our heads as we got our dance on. I've never been a fan of the "act your age" motto.

I really think Dating Rules From My Future Self is a great concept and well done and a very fun show. It makes you want to dance. Would I want Dating Rules From My Future self really? Nah. I like my mistakes, they make me, me. They're also epic. I don't just make mistakes. I make ridiculously over-the-top, cringe inducing errors that usually make for entertaining stories and come in handy over silence at a dinner table. What fun would life be if we knew all the answers? I love to look back and laugh (I laugh the hardest at how stupid I can be) and if you're not hurting anyone then that's a beautiful thing. If you can't laugh at yourself then I don't want to know you. Laughing is the single best thing in the world. I try to have one daily.

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Meg here! I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday week. It was a bit off, with the 4th being on a Wednesday. Friday arrived and I kind of felt like it was Tuesday. It's OK. I'm a little all over the place lately. I feel like I need one of those professional organizers to come in and unclutter my mind. Like, I remember the Magna Carta was signed in 1215 but don't ask what I walked into the kitchen for. For the love of God, I have no idea. oh yeah, where did I put my keys?

I haven't actually added up the years in my life that I've lost while "looking for something" but that's only because I can't find my damn calculator.

Napoleon Perdis is my friend. He's my friend because he's extraordinary and brilliant and kind. He also said I could offer a free Napoleon Perdis lipgloss to anyone that can get me a billionaire proposal. I mean, that's a true pal.

If I wasn't so lucky to know Napoleon personally I would still worship at his altar just based on his body of work. I think I may have introduced a few of you to his wonderful products. We have quite a few that have been and are currently being mailed out in Make Up Point Packs so if you haven't gotten a chance to try his creations... Get those points turned in!

I don't think Napoleon is unorganized in the slightest. I've been to his Hollywood corporate office (AMAZING) and his Academy (PRISTINE.) I just think Napoleon is some sort of psychic God that has the ability to trouble shoot and enrich the lives of everyday woman (sort of like a Super Hero-He totally should have been a character in The Avengers.)

Napoleon's NP GLAM SET is a timesaver for sure! A handy, multi product compact case with the most wearable selection of colors. The 4 brown/gold/mink colored hues in the eyeshadows are absolutely breathtaking in the most natural way. They're truly day-to-night and the most minimal color phobe would have nothing to worry about with this selection. I even use them on my brows. That said, if your more of a drama queen (who? Me) you can layer and build really dramatic looks. I can't think of any skintone that this would not work with.

Meg here! I hate to wash my face. I forget all the time and I have no business writing a beauty blog when I drink like a fish, smoke like a fire and forget to wash my fash before I go to bed. The only redeeming values that I have are, I wear sunscreen sometimes but love products. You're probably way more qualified to write for this site and I apologize. I do love gross things, stay with me here.

Yes! If it is gross I am a fan. Do you know what milias are? They're the little, hard white zit things under your face. When you go to a dermatologist they use a special, small little razor to cut them out. You can't squeeze them out. Or else! HA! HA! (I have-after bleeding profusely and definitely causing long term damage effects) you look like you've been to a butcher shop. The collatoral damage that one does to their face to remove a milia is not worth the milia extraction. This doesn't stop me "Meg, Milia Hunter" (That's the name of the Lifetime movie.)

Anyhow, I can have blood pouring down my face but once I remove the hard, round white milia ball, I feel like I have climbed Everest. The milia is the Bin Laden. I laugh at the black and white heads. Those stupid sleeper cells. I can take them out in a nano second.

I have been known to tackle unsuspecting boyfriends and tear off their shirts. Not for a hot love making session. It was because I saw a blemish on their back ready to be extracted. Hold on, I need water, I'm getting hot over the memory.

"THERE IT IS! I GOT IT!" I'll exclaim with pride to my man as I wave the offending blemish in his face (wait, why am I single?)

I want to see "dead cells" I want to see "oil build up." Do you have a gross in-grown hair bump? Well baby, I've got tweezers, call me...

I'm a sucker for a "World's Best" in anything. Don't even ask me how many times I've ordered from Hammacher Schlemmer. A face cloth? Really Meg (you may be asking yourself, more likely you're silently agreeing with me that a deep extraction with successful removal is life's greatest joy.)

I have to revise the opening to "I used to hate washing my face!" What would a gross purveyor, results oriented, proof is in the pudding type of gal, like myself get out of "washing my face?" Sure my face would look clean, what fun is that? I want to SEE what was living on there. I want to be so grossed out by the grime, dead cells and old makeup residue. If "seeing is believing," then make me a believer.

Nanotech Reusable Face Cloth has appealed to my scientific, dermatologist, surgeon background (disclaimer, I have none of the mentioned.) It grosses me out in the most marvelous way!! In ONE SWIPE (I keep mine in the shower) I see the crap that's been on my face all day long! I love to remove ALL MY MAKUP IN ONE SWIPE (it's flipping amaze-I swear.)

I can't stop wiping, I LOVE DISGUSTING! I drive my roommates insane when I say "Look at this! No, really, look! It's all grey!! That was on my face!" I shove my Nanotech in front off them and they roll their eyes, but not before checking the cloth out.

They then gag as I point out dead skin on the cloth. Whatever, once it comes out of the laundry it mysteriously "dissappears." I believe we all secretly love "gross." 

There is a sense of accomplishment in what you've seen removed and exfoliated. This is your miracle face, the problem "eraser" (as it has been called, the eraser.) Don't take their word for it. LOOK AT YOUR CLOTH! You'll instantly see it!!

My face feels like my teeth do after a professional teeth cleaning. Once you rub your tongue over your newly cleaned teeth, you can't believe the build-up that you had been walking around with. Once I Nanotech wash my face, it feels the cleanest, most buff. The baby smooth feeling of new skin. For real! I have ZERO relationship with this company. I just asked to be sent a sample after hearing people freak out over it, I get it. I'm using this (Megsmakeup) code to get more. Google it. It's amaze! 

"I tried the Leonor Greyl Bain Volumatueur that you told me I had to have! I didn't work it right? What did I do wrong? You said that it would lift and add volume to my thin hair? What's going on Meg?"

What's going on is I didn't explain how to use it correctly and you used it like a "normal shampoo."  It has different rules, the Eiffel Tower is not a simple "tower." The Sistine Chapel is not a mere "chapel," Leonor Greyl shampoo is not just "shampoo."

Here is what you need to know in simple terms about Leonor Greyl and I will explain exactly how to get AMAZING results with Bain Volumatueur Shampoo for your thin, flat hair. Then I will send you to a new flash site www.gloss48.com where TODAY YOU CAN PURCHASE LEONOR GREYL FOR 30% OFF WITH AN ADDITIONAL $10 off Leonor Greyl products CODE: MMGREYL10

1. LEONOR GREYL BAIN VOLUMATUEUR IS NOT GOING TO LATHER AND GET ALL "SUDSY." WHY?

Suds are bad. That's the simple answer. If you don't want to take my word for it here is the reason suds are bad. SLS or Sodium Lauryl Sulfates is really awful for you. If you have anything in your shower with it, I'd toss it. THE ONY THING IT PROVIDES IS SUDS, "suds" give the illusion of being clean. "Suds" are created by SLS, which is so cheap companies add it into products for an inexpensive "foam." In reality, the SLS is stripping your hair color. If you have an itchy scalp, redness/itch around the mouth-thank your friend SLS which will leave you SOL.

2. HOW DO I RINSE LEONOR GREYL SHAMPOOS? WHY CAN'T I JUST STICK MY HEAD UNDER THE SHOWER?

There is an art to this process. There are so many essential oils in Leonor Greyl shampoos you never need to work it into your hair below your ears. They are so jam packed with oils and vitimans that the water is just going to bounce off the shampoo if you don't follow this process.

a. IT'S SUPER CONCENTRATED: No more than a quarter size amount, nickel size, I find to be sufficient. Put only at your roots.

b. CUP THE WATER INTO YOUR HANDS AND WORK: Really rinse with your fingers that shampoo, the oils will saturate and infiltrate, not only cleansing your scalp but nourishing your entire hair, all the way down to the ends. The key is really saturating and diluting this strong serum. 

c. SPECIAL, SECOND STEP FOR Bain Volumatueur: It's so nice we do it twice. Yes, do the above 2x for the full volume to kick it. This Volumatueur works 2x as hard to bring you volume. The first step is to cut through bad oils and residue build up that fine and thin hair suffers from. The second time it works directly at your roots injecting a volume blast. This is for the most optimum results. Trust me. 

3. I CAN'T FIND A LEONOR GREYL CONDITIONER? WHY IS THAT AND WHAT'S WITH ALL THEIR "MASQUES?"

Leonor Greyl was started 45 years ago in Paris and people in Paris are fancy. "Conditioner" does not sound nearly as glamorous or Parisian as "Masque" (see where I'm I'm going with this?) Masque Fleurs de Jasmin is great for all hair types and smells amazing to all nose types. Same with all of the masques! Here is the best way to use them

a. DONT "MASQUE" ABOVE THE EARS!: This is serious silkening and nourishment power. You don't want to weigh any hair down and as we previously discussed. The shampoos are so nourishing there is no need to "masque" above your lobes. So yes, put it in your shower and use it as a "condtioner" but you're tres sophisticated so we "masque."

b. YOU CAN LEAVE IT IN AS A TRADITIONAL MASQUE: Yes, it smells like Heaven (so I've been told) again, just on your ends. I like to occasionally sleep in it, a little goes a long way and your ends will feel amazing.

LEONOR GREYL HUILE DE PALME? WHAT IS THIS? IS JEN ANISTON REALLY OBSESSED WITH IT? DID YOU HONESTLY RISK NOT ONLY YOUR HEAD BUT ALSO THE HEAD OF YOUR INNOCENT ROOMMATES AND MAIN GAY WITH A TRIP TO THE ER?

Holy Grail product, Jen Aniston uses it constantyl and yes. Yes, I sure did, before you judge me. Let me explain and ask if you too would risk it?

a. Leonor Greyl Huile De Palme changes the game for A-List hair: It's an oil that you put in (I like it the night before-doesn't ruin the pillow case, smells fab.) It has so many benefits. You just need a dime size amount. Distribute it through your hair. It prolonges color, provides protection from all the elements, nourishes and even defends against chlorine.

b. JEN ANISTON? Chris McMillin, her hair guru (he started The Rachael) let it slip to Star Magazine that she uses it religiously and the phones over at Leonor Greyl blew up. Everyone has a Mane Gay!

c. YOU MADE YOUR ROOMATES/MAIN GAY RUB THEIR HEADS ON THE FLOOR AND RISK INJURY? Yes. I did. I mean they had the option not to do it, but they're not fools. You see, I realized that I had these products in the powder room and I had not told them how to use it, or the benefits and I felt badly that their hair was not what all it could be. I had to teach them to fish. Imagine if I was your roomie and you had this in your shower and had no idea the benefits? That would make me a terrible roommate, a dastardly friend!

I sat Kristen, Lisa and Denny around our diningroom table with all of our Leonor Greyl products on it. I painstakingly went through the entire line, the ingredients, the instructions, the celebrities that love them. They were a captivated audience, they asked all the right questions and "oohed and aawed" over the scents and textures. With a glass of pinot noir in my right hand I lifted (like that scene in The Lion King where Simba is held up to the Animal Kingdom, or the picture where Michael Jackson lifted baby Blanket out the hotel window for the paparazzi.)  I said, "here it is! The item we have all been waiting to hear about! Leonor Greyl Huille de Palme!" It was dramatic, it was glorious and then, in slow motion our faces turned to panic as we saw me drop the magical bottle. The answer to all of our hair's problems made a cracking sound as the bottle shattered on my diningroom table with precious oil spilling onto the hardwood floors!

"HIT THE DECK!" I yelled. As I grabbed the ends of my hair, got down on my knees and doing my best to avoid glass chunks, began soaking my hair on the oil on the floor. Did the other three look at me like I was insane? NO. I had to move over as all three of them joined me. Each of us on our knees, on the floor, avoiding glass shards and soaking our hair with Huille de Palme. It was like Jennifer Aniston's follicles had possessed us and we had no control, we were desperate for a "perfect hair day."

BEST HAIR DAY EVER! Those were the comments my roomates left on my facebook wall the next day and no one was cut, no trip to the ER and my hardwood, dining room floor has a very shiny, gorgeous sheen in the spot it was dropped. When I am a very rich woman I will be throwing out the Pine Sol and mopping with Leonor Greyl Huille de Palme. It really has so many uses! 

If I haven't sold you on Leonor Greyl's products then you can't be sold or can't read. The last a long time, are amazing and are a bit pricey (a little truly goes a long way but I'm going to help you out and point you in a direction where you can really save!) Try it out and see without a big financial risk.

Meg here! Schick Quattro for Women hosted myself a few weeks back and showed me a lovely time. I already wrote about how fabulous the Schick Quattro For Women Trim Style is! So you ladies already know. I was hoping we could let these women share in our knowledge.

I don't understand the thought process here. You put on a dress that costs thousands of dollars, sit in a makeup chair for hours and have your hair done. Then a car comes to pick you up and you go and greet tons of fans at a press heavy event-and you don't think to shave your pits?

It's not like that's a time consuming step. 

These people have "people" that do everything for them. I'm pretty sure if I was going to leave the house in that state someone (probably Main Gay Denny) would pull me aside and give me a little "Ooh, you need to shave." I mean, don't these women have any friends? I would understand if they were under the weather and on the way to the grocery store, but a red carpet event? Really?

Meg here! I mean, who were you expecting? Diana Ross? I felt like a Supreme this week though! Props and gratitude to my friends at Schick Quattro and Lippe Taylor (Hi Maureen!) Andrea Halpern and Sloane Berrent (Hi Taylor!) Really knocked my socks off! It's a good thing my legs were all nice and smooth with the fabulous Schick Quattro's they provided.

I am very lucky and I don't take it for granted. Well, sometimes I do. I try not to though. I'm human and every once in a while I can be a bit Eeyorish, usually it's around the 28th day of each month, I digress. Take this post with a grain of salt. I had a fabulous week! Not all weeks are like this. Look back around my posts around Christmas time where I sound like a walking ad for someone needing Prozac.

When you write your own site, or when you write for a living or read for a living, sometimes the things that use to bring you so much joy get classified as "work" in your head. It's not that I'm so silly to think www.megsmakeup.com is the only one worth reading. I don't think that. It's just there are a million blogs out there and in my free time, I try to surgically remove myself from my laptop and try to do this thing called "real life."

Schick put together a great media trip where everyone got to travel to Los Angeles, or, if you're me, travel down the street. I've been logging so many air miles lately that this was actually a relief.

The Mad Women from the Ad/PR world brought together a group of writers. There was the young whippersnapper style expert Erika Sheffer, better know as StyleActivist. There was the hip Chicago based Mom that writes the TV fashion beat, Dana Weiss, or to her many fans Possessionista. Kristin Booker also joined our myriad group, she writes about fashion, beauty, lifestyle and how to achieve it on any budget. She also is inspiring and kicks ass and celebrated her birthday with us, you can find her at FashionStyleBeauty. I rounded out the group. I'm assuming you know me at this point. I'm the one in the glasses on the end.

I don't know Andrea and Sloane did it, but they managed to bring together women from all different backgrounds and cities and points of views and no one left crying! It was like The View but interesting! I'm being a smart ass about the "crying" bit. Quite the contrary, these ladies were not only cool but really insightful and helpful and accomplished and I was all ready to Roar! Check their sites out. I'm going to. If we could all get along and work together the way we did than they're really is no reason for a boys club to exist. 

There was a lot packed into our 2 days so I'm going to have to break the post up. First off, I would like to again state that ww.megsmakeup.com is not going to promote any company that supports animal testing. I did research and Schick Quattro, the brand and the line is cruely free. If I make a mistake and a brand is not cruelty free. I hope you all don't attack me, but instead, correct me and I will rectify the mistake. In further looking into Schick there was some information that the parent companies brands are not all cruelty free. I asked my friend, Jennifer Mathews, who runs the cruelty free website MyBeautyBunny how she tackles these issues. Here is her response and I think it makes a lot of sense.

"We believe that supporting animal-friendly companies goes a long way toward the eventual elimination of animal testing. If the parent companies see the successes of their brands who do not test, it's a win. It's also a win for the animal-friendly companies to get larger distribution in mass channels by being involved with huge companies. That's our personal opinion here at My Beauty Bunny and we invite you to make up your own mind on the matter!"

Like I said. I'm really trying to do the right thing over here but Mathews common sense rang true. On with the post!

I met team Schick. Or as I will refer to us, Shick's Chic's, at The Montage's Conservatory for lunch. It's a fabulous spot on the 9th floor that look out over all of the ole 90210. I ordered a Pinot Grigio (I'm Meg, what you though I was going for the iced tea) and sat down to learn about my ladies and about the great new Schick products. We posed for the picture above after lunch but before our 90 minute massages at The Spa at the Montage. I know. Don't hate me. It was pretty amazing, so if you find yourself in Beverly Hills with an extra 2 hours then go get it done (and lucky you.)

I'm a bikini waxer. It's gotten to the point where I don't have to be comatose or drugged up to have it done. Here's the tip, you HAVE to be CONSISTENT. Everytime the hair is ripped out, it's weakening the hair follicle. It's no Disneyland but now, it's also no inferno of Hell.

Another tip? Exfoliate everday in the shower to prevent ingrowns and yes, you have to allow yourself to get a little "furry" down there so the wax has something to grab. You may be looking a little rough before your next appointment but I have been a good little solider and resisting the razor. I have been resisting in on the Home Plate. However, it's bathingsuit season so I'm not going to horrify the innocents just trying to catch some rays poolside with me. I need a clean crease for the love of God. This isn't the 70's.

The Schick Quattro Trimstyle Razor and Bikini Trimmer is a GODSEND! And it's easy to find and it's under TEN BUCKS! What is it?