Beauty & Grooming


Read the Bitches & Call Us in the Morning
October 27th, 2009 | Comments

What could possibly make a bitch happier than finding a new trend?

Being the new trend.  Yup. That’s us.

Who said so?

Well, just the granddaddy of “Mad Men,” the almighty advertising, marketing, and brand agency formerly known as J. Walter Thompson, now known simply as JWT.

They keep track of the culture’s pulse with their  “Anxiety Index.” (We can so relate, though these days little white pills work well.) Anyway, in yesterday’s newsletter they wrote about us, noting the timeliness of our message, the scope of our vision, and what all their posh clients can learn from it!

Don’t you feel so smug to already be on the bandwagon?

Bitch, we are the prescription.






Products to Share with Your Honey
October 19th, 2009 | Comments

The other day we talked about which products your man steals from you—and which you should steal from him. Now we’re here to tell you which products you should use together.  Stay in, save cash, make your own fun–

Step One: Get Groovin’. Swing by your local independent music store (these guys are suffering, folks) and buy some mellow jazz on an indie label (these guys have never not suffered).  We like Bennie Maupin’s “Early Reflections”.  See Indie Jazz for other ideas.  Press play and move on to–

STEP TWO: Get Dirty. Yes, we do mean dirty. You can spring for pricy love potions, but you’re paying for the sexy marketing. For half the price, we’re fans of  Now, Almond Body Oil, found at any health food store. Then again, a truly frugal bitch will make her own massage oil with canola and essential oils (if you’ve got any good recipes, send ‘em our way). We trust you know what to do with the stuff. Follow with—

STEP THREE: Get clean. Hop in the shower. For a delicious splurge, you won’t regret Fresh Brown Sugar Body Polish. At a fraction of the price, opt for Neutrogena Sugar Scrub Body Exfoliator. Or be a real bitch on a budget and make your own: mix equal parts brown sugar and granulated white sugar, squirt in some of your almond oil, and add powdered cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger to your liking. A tasty treat –






The Nobel Prize for Thrift
October 12th, 2009 | 1 Comment

All the talk lately about Barack Obama winning the Nobel Peace prize has piqued our interest.  While we’re optimists by nature, we find ourselves a little worried. You know when a story climaxes too soon, the end result isn’t very satisfying. And we still have very high hopes for the big O.  While we were debating the merits of the award, we thought back to Al Gore and his winning the Peace Prize for his work with the environment and climate change. How relevant to our work: conservation and careful use of resources are keys to being a modern woman living on a budget. President Carter and his Nobel Prize for brokering conflict resolution also comes to mind as our heart lusts after all those unaffordable but adorable things we once thought essential to our happiness. You know, like a day at the spa, dinner at Daniel, or that Narcisco leather jacket. We digress.  Anyway, it got us to thinking about thrift and virtue.

Since everything is about us (isn’t it?), we began to wonder if there shouldn’t be a prize for being thrifty. Don’t we too deserve a reward for being so mindful and careful about how we’re spending our precious resources? What’s more virtuous than thrift? Then we started to get nervous. Images of thrift started floating by: a wingback chair, a needlepoint stool, little tabby lapping a wholesome plate of milk, Aunt Jenny saving rubber bands. It’s safe and sensible being thrifty. But do we want to be so prudent all the time? No, not really.

Remember in our “Whap!” post we talked about the devil and the angel sitting on your shoulders helping you resolve your purchasing conflicts? How in our brownie recipe we talked about teasing your palate with different sensory sensations? Well, contrasts are what make life worth living; without the ups and downs where would we be? (Okay, on Prozac.) But how would we ever experience joy and sadness, pleasure and pain, love and hate?

We’d live a very boring and passionless life if we didn’t on occasion act on that little lust engine that drives us. (Think planting peanuts versus running Worldwide Pants.) After all, lust is the fuel that propels us forward. It’s green (the color of envy) and it’s renewable. The trick is for you to be your own lust-master.   On the surface it should be easier for us than for boys, but have you seen Alexander McQueen’s new collection? Yes, we want to be thrifty, but not all the time. Learn to be your own conflict resolution negotiator; by saving and conserving you’ll have the flexibility to go out and have a satisfying good splurge. A great splurge should bring peace (if not a peace prize)—not saddle you with anxiety or buyer’s remorse.

While we’re budget gurus, we recognize the eternal yin-yangness of life on earth. And so we celebrate the splurge as well as the conservation. We laud the new and shiny as well as the old and worn.

Tell us: what’s the biggest and best splurge in your recent memory?






Blow off the Daily Wash
October 5th, 2009 | Comments

Portrait of George Washington
In our upcoming book we rant and rave about dry shampoo. Sounds kind of weird, you may be thinking. Spray powder for my head? What am I, George Washington in the school play? Don’t cut down the cherry tree just yet, honey.

For mornings when you have no time to wash but your hair’s a veritable oil slick, this stuff rocks. You’ll find tons of expensive versions out there, but there’s no need to blow your wad!

Psssssst Instant Spray Shampoo. Five and a half bucks a can. And—best of all—unscented. Unscented! A rare find. It means your head doesn’t smell like nuclear mango or baby powder fireball all day.

SO:

1. Spray it in.

2. Brush it out.

3. Oil is absorbed. Bounce and texture amplified.

Be sure to brush thoroughly (especially if you’re a raven-haired beauty) so that you don’t unwittingly resemble good ol’ George.

Later, when you’re complimented on your luscious, glowing locks, be like our Founding Father and say: “I cannot tell a lie. I barely do anything to my hair.”

Try it and let us know what you think.






Steal his heart (and his products)
September 30th, 2009 | 1 Comment

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The other day we told you about the grooming products our men steal from us. This naturally leads to the question: what do we steal from our unsuspecting honeys? Our exhaustive research tells us that, by and large, products for men are significantly cheaper than those for women. And they usually work just as well—or better.

We steal gimmicky “man-tools”—stuff like the Ace Nail File Pick (around $7). It “does everything but play the guitar,” says the Ace/Rubbermaid marketing team. Good for filing, scrubbing, removing grit and grease from under nails and around cuticles—and it’s just for him. What, we don’t get our hands dirty? Please. For women who paint and clean and garden and cook—that is, for any modern bitch—this “manly” tool is worth filching.

For those of you with adorable Mia Farrow-esque pixie haircuts, ditch your pricy pomade and steal his classic Murray’s Hair Pomade. When we say cheap we mean CHEAP. Like, for $3 you get a vintage-y tin, a product that’s long-lasting and easy to manipulate (warm with hair dryer for easier malleability), and, most importantly, the sweet satisfaction of avoiding the financial sinkhole also known as your salon.

And why not pilfer his bristle shaving brush and shaving soap? Lots of guys have these hanging around. Way more satisfying (and green) than those aerosol cans you’ve been using. Elegant, chic, old-fashioned. Plus, nothing feels so good tickling down low and up high as a hot, lathered-up brush. If your sweetheart’s in possession of one of these, give it a whirl. Or gift it to a hard-to-buy-for-hubby when next the occasion arrives (and conveniently steal it when you need a treat). Price ranges from cheap to massive splurge.

Go on, girls: take what you need from your men. We won’t tell.

Coming up (and we do mean “up”) next week: products to use together.







Who’s The Bitch?
September 24th, 2009 | Comments

You know you’re onto a good product when your boyfriend/husband/ball-n-chain secretly uses it. Oh, they’ll deny it, but it’s true: OUR MEN USE OUR PRODUCTS. We bitches know all, and we’re here to report the grooming products most stolen by our men.

Before we spill the beans, it’s worth noting that the men in question, while fashion conscious to some degree, are decidedly not the metrosexual type. Nope, we’re not talking dudes who get facials and weekly manicures and know Turkish from Egyptian cotton. Still, we’ve done an unscientific poll and have found them using the following:

MAC Brow Set. And why not? It’s a ‘cheapish’, effective, simple product, awesome for keeping unruly brows in place. (And unlike most stuff on the market, the drugstore version just isn’t as good.) Before we discovered this we’d overpluck or overwax, since that seemed the only way to tame our dramatic brows. MAC eyebrow gel keeps ‘em tidy—and it does so invisibly, making it particularly ideal for men. Yes, it’s true, we found our guy using this on the sly to control his handsome, dramatic, but, uh, rather sun-visorish brow. Got a man who’s fighting a private battle with his twin caterpillars? Offer him this weapon and that battle is won.

Smith’s Rosebud Salve. The classic in the vintage-y tin. Recently a friend kissed her manly-man goodnight and tasted a hint of this luscious rose, cotton-candy, baby-oil-esque amalgam. “Have you been using my Rosebud Salve?” He shrugged sheepishly, and she understood why his lips had recently become so soft. Want to tenderize your prince’s pout? Offer him a dab at bedtime. Though we can’t help but wonder—is it a form of narcissism, taking such pleasure in kissing lips that taste so much like our lips? Well, nevermind. Keep it by the bedside. It’s cheap and sweet, just how we like it.

Benefit Benetint. OK, funny story here. Another friend noticed her man emerging from the bathroom with the nicest, most natural-looking flushed cheeks. Ah yes, that rosy, in-from-the-cold, I’m-so-well-rested look. This was a Monday morning in February, the height of haggard pale. She complimented him and, lo and behold, watched him turn a deeper shade of red—turns out he used her Benetint! He confessed all, stammering that he was “just curious.” Fine with us, if it imparts such a natural, flattering stain. If you haven’t tried it yet, swing by the Benefit counter. A splurge, but a bottle lasts a long time (if he doesn’t get his hands on it, that is).

You know you’re onto something good if your man can’t keep his paws off it.

What products do your partners steal? Let us know! Write to us!






The Weirdest Prelude to A Post About Self-Tanner You’ll Ever Read
September 14th, 2009 | Comments

Remember Twin Peaks? Remember strangely sexy, sexily square, straight-faced, clean-cut, vaguely robotic Agent Cooper, played by Kyle Maclaclan?

Of course you do. The character’s practically an icon. Remember all the coffee he drank? The slices of pie he so dreamily ate? Remember his life philosophy? We’ll refresh your memory. He talked about the need to reward yourself every single day—to find a simple, inexpensive way of elevating yourself, lifting yourself from the seething banality of daily life. It could be indulging in a great cup of coffee or a slice of pie or a doughnut or buying a new shirt, or whatever. The point is to slow down, to really enjoy your reward, to be generous to yourself once a day. It was Agent Cooper’s trick for a happy life, and we must say his quirky blend of Buddhism and autism clearly made an impact on us, because his monologue still comes to us nearly two decades after Twin Peaks first aired.

So why bring this up now? Because although we generally find self-tanning products kind of grotesque, and because generally we question our society’s raging obsession with tanning (which often seems more like an obsession with orange skin), we were recently introduced to Nivea’s Sun-Kissed Beautiful Legs. This product portends to be both a “gradual tan moisturizer” and a “shave minimizer.” Sounds weird, but turns out it’s the kind of simple, daily treat Agent Cooper would approve of… a quick, cheap, easy, lovely-smelling moisturizer that imparts a natural glow. It’s weird, but we started to look forward to using this, to noticing the gradual sunny-ness of our skin, to mindfully applying the fragrant lotion, coming to appreciate the curves and muscles of our hard-working legs, breathing deeply as our hands traced our skin … OK, you get the picture. This post will turn into soft-core porn if we’re not careful.

That said, we’re not shills for Nivea. Yep, we like the product, but there’s hundreds in the drugstore. Got that? DRUGSTORE. No need for the pricy department store here—cheap works just fine. (Plus, drugstore prices make it easier to toss if you get so obsessed people start asking if you’re related to George Hamilton.) The bigger point is to enjoy your products, to take pleasure in simple rituals, to do like Agent Cooper and treat yourself to a tiny reward once a day.

Now we’ve got a favor to ask. Send us your ideas for basic, cheap ways to treat yourself. What elevates your everyday? What products, rituals, foods, etc. lift your spirits? Go to Drop a Dime box at the bottom of the page and let us know?






Opportunity Knocks
September 10th, 2009 | Comments

Welcome to Bitches on a Budget, the blog for modern women working their way through the hardest economic times of their lives.  This site is the place for straight talk, fresh ideas, and, most importantly, humor.  How else do you survive tough times?  With laughter.  Not only will you feel better, but honey, you’ll save a bundle on therapy and plastic surgery. Nothing elevates a bitch’s mood or look like a smile.

This is also the place to connect with your inner bitch.  We speak our mind and lay it all out.  You won’t find any coyness about money or what we think here.  Clothes, grooming, travel, transportation, entertainment, food… we’ve got the secrets and aren’t afraid to share.