bringing sexy back to French voting
They used to call me chicken legs in grade nine, my official year of being underappreciated, and the year I first started competing regularly in track. The name stung but nothing beat the dark green calm in the ravine, the sound of my heartbeat and air flowing deep into my lungs. But this all reminds me too much of a line from Conan the Barbarian.
Mongol General: What is best in life?
Mongol: The open steppe, fleet horse, falcons at your wrist, and the wind in your hair.
Mongol General: Wrong! Conan! What is best in life?
Conan: To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of the women.
I’m no Conan and competition brings out in me the same dubious survival instinct armadillos display when a truck comes heading their way. So I was both bemused and kerfuffled by my recent nomination for best underappreciated blog for the Satin Pajamas Awards, celebrating the European blogging community. I had already drunk my champagne the night before so it was like just the weirdest hangover ever. Torn between pride and shame, the underappreciated award is like the wallflower crown, Carrie before the reign in blood, and of course the analogy carries because I’m all about showing my dirty pillows.
I do think that my friend Blarneyman should have been nominated in many categories but I suppose impending Hollywood fame is a better reward. It’s a bloody shame that Rhino isn’t on the list but I’m guessing he’ll be there next year what with his "connections." And for my fellow blogeree friends: perennial favourite Petite Anglaise is killing the competition in major categories, local potty-mouth Meg le Blagueur is also up for multiple merited kudos, Maitresse is slinking around the best personal weblog, and Clothilde Dusoulier from Chocolate and Zucchini probably has better things to do than worry about blog awards (like her current book tour in the US!).
What you need to know about this here wallflower: out of all the competition, I am definitely the one you want to see in satin pajamas. Though, as the following photograph is evidence of, I don’t need an award to win in satin. But, you can’t win without running. So vote for me and bring sexy back to voting in France.
dress by Vava Dudu
Okay, I’m sold. I’ve been saving this vote, and you’ve certainly earned it.
sgazzetti said
Oh my God, I see nipple. NIPPLE!! Thank you for making this the best Saturday night EVER.
And sweet talk that Sgazzetti character. He has dark powers in the Eastern Voting Bloc.
(I voted…twice!)
Le Meg said
sexi
mhm said
fab
davaadoc said