I share a name with WHAT?!

Once she recovered from the shock, Anne Frank would probably get a good laugh out of the way her name has been immortalized in Japan. "Today is Anne's Day (An-ne no hi)," one woman might whisper to another. Her message is far removed from World War II and the Nazi regime that forced the Jewish teenager and her family into hiding. The diary that Anne kept moved millions to ponder the insanity of war. It also gave Japan a now old-fashioned term for menstruation. Although few people say Anne no hi anymore, older women still recognize it and remember it when they speak, not of war and death, but of the flowing potential for life.

Anne broached this topic tenderly once: "Each time I have a period--and that has only been three times--I have the feeling that in spite of all the pain, the unpleasantness and nastiness, I have a sweet secret and that is why, although it is nothing but a nuisance to me in a way, I always long for the time that I shall feel that secret within me again."

The connection is so obscure that it would never have occurred to the average Japanese if it weren't for a certain sanitary napkin and tampon manufacturer that chose to call itself Anne Co., Ltd. This firm introduced the first sanitary paper products proportioned for Japanese women in 1961, using Anne's Day" as an advertising theme.

--Cherry, Kittredge. Womensword: What Japanese Words Say About Women, 1987, page 18.

Worst Lipstick Color Name Ever

Bought a NYX lipstick in a brownish-red shade named "Ulysses," which struck me as a rather odd name for lipstick--do they also make a gothy black lipstick called "The Dead"? Or a brilliant red-orange called "Portrait of the Artist as a Young Mango"? Or, if they're naming their shades after books that nobody ever finishes, a mini-palette of lip glosses called "Gravity's Rainbow"?

But no, it's actually because they named a whole series of lipsticks after characters from Greek mythology.

Including one with the worst lipstick color name ever.

Three Good Things That Happened To Me In Dance Class Yesterday


Last night the instructor took me aside and asked if I would consider joining the group who'll be practicing for competition this summer. I think I might go for it, time permitting. Hopefully the beginning-amateur level of ballroom dancing does not involve fake tanning and affixing rhinestones to one's skin.


Tried to correct one of my partners--"I feel like you might be pushing me a beat early"--but he stuck to his guns and insisted that he was right and moreover, I was wrong. We had to go to the instructor for arbitration not once but twice, but it turns out that I WAS RIGHT. SO THERE.

(Petty? Who, me?)


Cute partner.

Pretty, pretty boy, from my favorite Eastern European country. And he looks to be waaaaay younger than I am, so I'm not crushing on him, so I can look him in the eye and smile and not feel weird about it. Height and skill level perfect for me. Very comfortable dancing.