People are obsessed with my hair. No, really. Obsessed! I rarely go a day without someone stopping me on the street to ask a question about my “funky” mane. Conversations typically go like this:
Obsessed Stranger: How long did it take to get your hair like that?
Disgruntled Tracee: About 13 years?
Obsessed Stranger: Ooh, your hair is so pretty. Can I touch your hair?
Disgruntled Tracee: Absolutely not.
Obsessed Stranger: Can you tell me how you get it like that?
And that’s where I go radio silent like Jack Bauer. If I explained my hair techniques to every Kim, Kate, and Mary that asked me I would be hoarse. So I decided to present you with a gift on this fine Thanksgiving. I’m going to show you in a few easy steps how to make your hair fun, wild, and free. Continue reading
TWO POINT FIVE YEARS AGO I lay on a not-so-comfy or friendly table in a cold, sterile room with a gaggle of men and women dressed in flimsy aquamarine-colored pajama-like gear hovering over me. They were preparing to surgically repair the torn meniscus in my left knee. The quirky anesthesiologist hurled inane questions at me in an attempt to quash my nerves (it didn’t work). She finally instructed me to count backwards from one hundred. I acquiesced. When I awoke from my forced slumber I was twenty pounds heavier.
Ok there’s a lot that happened in between the dashes, or rather, DIDN’T happen. But the point is my body was neither taut nor svelte. B.S. (before surgery) I was jumping rope like Floyd Mayweather and I did my fair share of push-ups, not the whiny baby girl kind. Times changed and P.S. (yes, post surgery) I could barely jump in the shower or push-up a bra. I became weak like Popeye without his spinach. Continue reading
I’m proud of all of my success in the Entertainment Industry. But I’m really proud of the work that I’ve done with teens in Brooklyn. It’s work that is close to my heart and very necessary. Continue reading
Dear Mr. Trump:
Thanks for effectively helping me cut down my reality TV viewing. I love competition reality shows; I think they are awesome. And I often get swept up in the drama, tuning in every week to see which of my favorite singers will survive the battle rounds, which designers will be aufed, and which “celebrity” will be fired. Well, thanks to you I no longer have to worry about the latter. I simply don’t care. I cannot continue to feed your pockets by supporting your television shows. You’ve shown that you just don’t deserve it. Continue reading
The Royal Couple
Yep, you are in the presence of royalty…albeit H.S. royalty. Continue reading
People are really outraged by Stacey Dash’s endorsement of Mitt Romney. Admittedly, it is quite baffling why ANY woman would throw support behind two men who could care less about women’s rights. Continue reading
Photo Credit: American Patchwork & Quilting Magazine
It’s been a while since I’ve posted a blog. Life has gotten in the way. A huge, unexpected summer project snatched all of my attention. Until now, the The Socialite Design has been reserved for articles that lean toward entertainment. I’ve shied away from politics; after all there are other platforms for that. I didn’t want to be bogged down with insidious comments from banal trolls and insipid arguments that have no resolution. But if I’m being honest, this country is at a very critical point and bystander apathy is no longer an option. In this instance, saying nothing is worst than saying something that ruffles feathers. I’m not a professional political analyst or pundit or presidential historian. I can’t quote statics or espouse a foreign policy position off the cuff. But I pay enough attention to know…enough. Again, America is at a critical juncture in our history. And I realize that many things are nagging me. Be warned, this blog post will undoubtedly take many turns and seem erratic at times. But it all points to one place – be accountable, don’t be fooled by foolishness, and embrace the American dream. Continue reading