Keeping it Real 2014 & Woman of the Year Award

It's a new year, and I'm going to post more.  Possibly because my brain has kicked back into gear in the past couple months; I can't explain it, but thought processes are becoming more like myself, and I've started painting again as well.  Nothing great, but I'm not out to be great.  I'm not out to be great, I'm not out to be the best.  I'm painting because I like to, and sometimes it's more about enjoying something than being the best at something.  I tell my teenager this when she talks about Cross Country running.
   "I'm not sure if I should run or not.  I'm not really that great a runner."
   "You're a great runner."
   "Out of ten girls I usually come in fifth.  Or sixth."
   "That's great!  Most kids don't even run.  Do you like running?"
   "Yeah, I do."
   "Than run.  Don't run to be the best.  Run because you like it."

It's okay to have a hobby and enjoy it for that.  Wait, where was I?

Keeping it real 2014!  My brain.  Ah.  So I'm having brain chains that are concurrent with my old self, which is refreshing- basically when left in quiet my mind thinks of one thing, then pops over from thing to thing until it arrives at a conclusion of the thought that may not have anything to do with that first thought.  But is an Ah-ha for me, because I'd gone years without thinking much at all, just making lists of what I had to do, what times, and groceries.  So thoughts are good.

The Kat Lee Reader's Woman of the Year Award 2014 goes to Lena Dunham.
Congrats!

Have you ever noticed what an eerie resemblance Lena Dunham has to Joanne Woodward?

So.  Steven and I have watched every episode of Girls (great show), and last year, I taped Iconoclast with Lena Dunham and Judd Apatow.  It's been sitting on the dvr an incredibly long time- so long that with 6% remaining, it was on the 'Auto Delete' section at the bottom, along with Triplets of Belleville (I'm just going to have to cave and buy that one).  So today I decided to watch it.  

During the course of watching it, 1. I thought what a cute name Judd was and if I had a son I'd name him Judd and dress him in little green converse, tee shirts and suit jackets, and 2.  Lena Dunham's face has a strange likeness that of Joanne Woodward.

Okay, so not the best photo choices above, but if you actually look at her face, the resemblance is uncanny.  She is a rounder brown eyed version of Joanne Woodward.  Stick some weird blonde bangs on the girl and she could possibly remake The Long Hot Summer.  Which brings me to my favorite celebrity of all time, Paul Newman.  

Paul Newman was the sexiest man ever to make a film.  It is my belief that he was the sexiest man ever born.  And for 50 years, married to Joanne Woodward.  Joanne Woodward was pretty much thrown under the rug of what we considered the Hollywood bombshells- Elizabeth Taylor, Marilyn Monroe, Ava Gardner, Rita Hayworth, Grace Kelly, the list goes on.  She's not even listed on AMC's Top 20.  Which is unacceptable, with her wondrous feline voice.  

Possibly it was because there was a funny glint in her eye, a tad bit of oddness with a smartness that the camera wasn't able to hide. She was and is completely stunning; but the humor/intelligence combo isn't something at that time people related to sex appeal.   (But  keep in mind she did in fact get and keep the Hollywood's hottest).

Back to Dunham- I'm not saying that Dunham and Woodward have the same personalities at all; that was just a minor thought that society is more accepting of smart and quirky woman as sexy now.
This year's Woman of the Year was based on desirability. Lena Dunham, while not sexy in a commercial way, is completely comfortable with herself, which is a sexy quality.  Love yourself, and others will love you.  I see this in my own marriage- my husband laughs and twinkles at my awkward and random dancing.  He appreciates my ability to make fun of myself in public in small ways.  They'll see your self-love and be intrigued by it, whether you got the goods or not.  But she technically has the goods.  I almost rewrote this drastically after watching the episode where she spends the entire show in a green bikini, but later felt more comfortable in my own pudgy body in a shorts/tank top combo, so I'm sticking with it.

And Lena Dunham's facial resemblance to Woodward? A very similarly symmetrical face wooed the only hollywood actor who ever mattered.  The man who, when you die, you hope flies in on the back of a butterfly and tells you to hop on.  (Yes, Paul Newman is God's ushering angel to heaven.  If you think it, it will be ;)  I'm going to stick with that; it makes the idea of death seem less frightening. We went to this In-Depth Channeling event where Arthur Ford answered questions about the afterlife.  It was real interesting, but this isn't the place to go into it.  Maybe next time...but that butterfly thing was brought up).

(The Kat Lee Reader chose the sexiest face in history by deduction of proximity to Paul Newman, then the uncanny resemblance to that historical face to select this years' Woman of the Year.  Lena Dunham).  Woot!

But I have to end this post with Paul, sweet sweet Paul.

OmGersh, the cuteness...