You're looking in the wrong place.
Don't look to the internet for solutions. And don't offer your specific advice on the internet. This is what happens: A desperate, harried, first-time mom is listening to her baby scream from the next room as she googles, "my eight-month old baby won't nap" and spends an hour clicking and scrolling through scads of contradictory, extremely specific advice, swimming in anecdotes, other desperate pleas for guidance, and testimonials for one or another baby expert's one-size-fits-all "sleep system," leaving her more confused and discouraged than ever. "I'm a terrible mom!" I -- I mean, she -- thinks. "What kind of mother can't get her baby to take a nap?" Now, multiply that one woman by a couple hundred thousand. Not a pretty picture!
Take a deep breath, and call your mother. Whatever she tells you, if it feels right, try it. If it doesn't feel right, do what I just started doing. My mother is no longer reachable by conventional methods, so I imagine what she might say. Her "answer" is actually what I feel in my gut, so I'm really just asking my own inner mom. And that's almost always the right answer.
If I have learned anything in the nine months I have been a mother (ha! veteran moms are holding their sides in from laughing at my naivete!), it's that babies are as different as adults. You don't see all adults going to bed and waking up at the same time, eating the same foods, working the same jobs. Babies have personality types, tastes, and idiosyncrasies just like their parents do, and you have to do what works for your baby.
"Gee, thanks," I can hear you say. "Not helpful! I have a screaming, sleepy baby here that won't take the nap that I know will make him feel better!" I know, it sucks, and I'm sorry. You can try every technique you read online or in a book, if that makes you feel better. But talking to just one or two other mothers (not every mommy you know or meet on the playground... we're trying to limit input here!), and talking to your inner mommy may be a little more peaceful. And if you are anything like me, a little peace is all you want right now.
Good luck out there.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
How to Write English: Possessive Pronoun Edition
It's one thing to be able to speak English -- with all of its idioms, dialects, colloquialisms and the basic berserk grammar rules -- but quite another to write it. When speaking, we're firing on all cylinders, words flying out of our mouths before we have time to parse our grammar to gauge the effect they have. When writing, we have time to reflect, rewrite, and reconsider before someone else reads our words. Well, we used to. With the advent of e-mail, social media and texting (a word I'm still not too happy with), our writing is now as loosey-goosey as our speech was once allowed to be. The difference is that writing English has even more rules than simply speaking it, and they are glaringly obvious if neglected. You and I may be having a conversation, and you use the subjunctive incorrectly. Although I silently correct your "was" with a "were," I'll probably forget about it during the next exchange. However, if I see you use an apostrophe where no apostrophe ought to be, broadcast to the global community, and likely to remain so for years to come, I may cringe and think "Oh, I thought he was smarter than that."
Is it fair? Of course not! It's grammar. Grammar has never been fair. Neither was the fact that I had to wear discount store clothes as a child, but I got over it. Sort of. You will be judged for poor grammar, maybe not by the majority of your friends, but by the smarter ones. Do you really want that?
And let's not go crazy, here. (Look, I even started a sentence with "and." I recognize the validity of conversational tone in internet writing.) No one cares if you have every comma in place. Some people think that certain commas are optional, even. But make the effort. I probably can't help you if you insist on writing in all lowercase letters, abbreviate every other word, and never use any kind of punctuation, but if you're trying to have an adult conversation using the internet, these tips can help.* Today we will discuss:
It's/Its and Who's/Whose
"Its" is the possessive of the pronoun "it." "It's" is a contraction for "it is." "Whose" is the possessive of "who." "Who's" is a contraction for "who is."
To help you remember, if you are putting in an apostrophe for either "it" or "who," say the sentence (silently is best) with "it is" or "who is" in place of what you've written. If it fits, leave the apostrophe. If it sounds like a line from a Dadaist play, take it out.
It's no great sin to type "its" when you mean "it's." You were in a hurry, and that damn smartphone makes you press and hold to get the apostrophe. No time! Must post what I ate today and get back to Facebook-stalking my ex! But, typing the apostrophe when you don't need it? That ventures into a disinterest in homogenous language that makes the starch in my collar go limp.
In short, type smart, sound smart. Happy narcissistic ramblings to you all!
*Oh, I realize that every smarty-pants humorist and grim-faced grammarian has already posted something similar, but the disease is still out there, so I have no choice but to keep dosing.
Is it fair? Of course not! It's grammar. Grammar has never been fair. Neither was the fact that I had to wear discount store clothes as a child, but I got over it. Sort of. You will be judged for poor grammar, maybe not by the majority of your friends, but by the smarter ones. Do you really want that?
And let's not go crazy, here. (Look, I even started a sentence with "and." I recognize the validity of conversational tone in internet writing.) No one cares if you have every comma in place. Some people think that certain commas are optional, even. But make the effort. I probably can't help you if you insist on writing in all lowercase letters, abbreviate every other word, and never use any kind of punctuation, but if you're trying to have an adult conversation using the internet, these tips can help.* Today we will discuss:
It's/Its and Who's/Whose
"Its" is the possessive of the pronoun "it." "It's" is a contraction for "it is." "Whose" is the possessive of "who." "Who's" is a contraction for "who is."
To help you remember, if you are putting in an apostrophe for either "it" or "who," say the sentence (silently is best) with "it is" or "who is" in place of what you've written. If it fits, leave the apostrophe. If it sounds like a line from a Dadaist play, take it out.
It's no great sin to type "its" when you mean "it's." You were in a hurry, and that damn smartphone makes you press and hold to get the apostrophe. No time! Must post what I ate today and get back to Facebook-stalking my ex! But, typing the apostrophe when you don't need it? That ventures into a disinterest in homogenous language that makes the starch in my collar go limp.
In short, type smart, sound smart. Happy narcissistic ramblings to you all!
*Oh, I realize that every smarty-pants humorist and grim-faced grammarian has already posted something similar, but the disease is still out there, so I have no choice but to keep dosing.
Monday, August 29, 2011
How to Give Child-Rearing Advice
Don't.
Seriously, I know you want to. You see my baby in the grocery store with no socks on, and you can't bear to think of his precious-wecious little tootsies getting cold, or a brief glint of sun makes him squint his eyes and you feel compelled to warn me about the dangers of daylight on babies, but don't. Bite your tongue. Walk away. Get your own baby.
Or, say you have your own baby, and one of your baby's friends' mommies tells you about how she does something that you think is wrong, because you read in this one child-rearing book that it was bad, bad, bad, bad. Zip it. Feel free to formulate a really good argument as to what she should do differently, then keep it to yourself. If you must, tell your spouse/partner/cat/tolerant child-free friend after the baby is in bed. Don't tell the other mommies of your baby's friends. Don't tell other parents you know. Don't write about it on Facebook. If you do, the chances are you will run into a friend that does exactly the same thing, and you may start hearing less from them. And you can't afford to lose any friends! For goodness sake, they started dropping like flies once you stopped hanging out in bars, you want to risk offending the few that still take your calls?
I won't even be specific about all the things I've seen that make me clutch my pearls in horror, but I'm sure that I do my own share of shocking and appalling the mommy masses. To each his own. If I think you look a fool for dressing like a hood rat in the suburbs or sporting an ironic mustache (so 2001!), reading a Kindle or wearing flip-flops in the winter, I'll say it. But your baby, and the way you raise him or her, is perfect.* And that's all you'll hear me say. From now on.
*With the exceptions of violence, neglect and verbal abuse, of course. These happens all too often, are very serious and should be reported.
Seriously, I know you want to. You see my baby in the grocery store with no socks on, and you can't bear to think of his precious-wecious little tootsies getting cold, or a brief glint of sun makes him squint his eyes and you feel compelled to warn me about the dangers of daylight on babies, but don't. Bite your tongue. Walk away. Get your own baby.
Or, say you have your own baby, and one of your baby's friends' mommies tells you about how she does something that you think is wrong, because you read in this one child-rearing book that it was bad, bad, bad, bad. Zip it. Feel free to formulate a really good argument as to what she should do differently, then keep it to yourself. If you must, tell your spouse/partner/cat/tolerant child-free friend after the baby is in bed. Don't tell the other mommies of your baby's friends. Don't tell other parents you know. Don't write about it on Facebook. If you do, the chances are you will run into a friend that does exactly the same thing, and you may start hearing less from them. And you can't afford to lose any friends! For goodness sake, they started dropping like flies once you stopped hanging out in bars, you want to risk offending the few that still take your calls?
I won't even be specific about all the things I've seen that make me clutch my pearls in horror, but I'm sure that I do my own share of shocking and appalling the mommy masses. To each his own. If I think you look a fool for dressing like a hood rat in the suburbs or sporting an ironic mustache (so 2001!), reading a Kindle or wearing flip-flops in the winter, I'll say it. But your baby, and the way you raise him or her, is perfect.* And that's all you'll hear me say. From now on.
*With the exceptions of violence, neglect and verbal abuse, of course. These happens all too often, are very serious and should be reported.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
How to Achieve Blondness (or, Your Hair is Beautiful)
Step 1: Realize that this is a war between you and the yucky brown color of your hair.*
I raised my head out of the sink and wrapped the old white towel around my wet, but strangely stiff hair. Not an unusual feeling for me; that's what post-bleach roots do, and I've been at this for 15 years. As I threw my head back, I saw my hairline in the mirror. "Damn it," I said. "Well, this is just awful. That's two hours wasted." My hairline was still brown, and the roots on the left side of my head were dark orange, the right side not much lighter.
I had forgotten that this was no diplomatic mission to my scalp, that no Geneva Convention stands between my mousy roots and my quest for a bright blonde mane. I had taken it easy on my head one too many times, and now I was getting walked all over like a cheap carpet.
*If your natural color is not brown, please take your high class problems elsewhere for guidance.
Step 2: Go to a beauty supply store.
Forget color kits with pretty blonde women on the box. That's just orange hair in a bottle for you and I. You need professional bleach and developer. And they don't sell that at Walgreen's. You know you're in the right place if they sell wigs, Paul Mitchell and hot combs. The one closest to me is a bit ghetto. Before I lived here, though, I used to have to go to Ricky's in Manhattan. It's a good store, but I really don't need to paw aside bachelorette party-quality dildos and temporary tattoos when I just need some peroxide. So, even though the tint brushes my local sells are on the chintzy side, it's all right for the basics.
Step 3: Go for maximum artillery.
I was lifting the color out of my roots, an on-scalp process. So, I bought BW2 Powder Bleach (for off-scalp use only) and Clairol Pure White 40 Volume Developer (also for off-scalp use only, and not recommended for use with BW2). I toyed with the idea of an extra lightening activator, but there is such a thing as overkill. And hair can burn off, after all.
Step 4: Treat yourself to the frills.
I usually use a crappy old towel to cover my shoulders and a plastic bowl I've been using for those 15 years to mix my bleach. I figured at 37 (almost 38!) years old, I deserved the same treatment I get at the salon. Minus the vacuous celebrity magazines, annoying music, and mindless small talk, of course. So I picked up a comb-out cape (a brief version of a full on salon cape), a graduated plastic mixing bowl with a handle, a pour spout and a rubberized base, as well as a few sectioning clips, a new tint brush (which I didn't use, too cheap), and shower caps (labeled as "processing caps"). Rubber gloves, you say? Girl, you know I got a whole BOX of them at home!
Step 5: Give yourself time.
It takes me about an hour to apply bleach to my roots. Mix the powder and developer until you have a loose paste that won't drip. I start at the center part, then go by half-inch sections out, painting the roots from the scalp out with the tint brush. It's like drawing a line from my hairline back over my head down to the nape of my neck. This exercise always reminds me that my head is not a perfect orb, and also makes me wish I had a bathroom with a mirror on the wall across from the medicine cabinet. It's tedious, but you cannot cut corners here. Nothing is worse than brown spots in the middle of an otherwise glowing yellow, baby-chick-colored head.
Then of course, you have to wait a little longer to get the desired lightening. Usually about 40-50 minutes. This time, however, because I had already done one failed process earlier in the day, I was a little bit more hurried. There was the burning, for one thing.
Step 6: Protect yourself.
You've declared war against your brunette nature, but must there be civilian casualties? Be smarter than I was yesterday. First, do not take such a radical approach less than a full day after an earlier process. You need to wait for the protective oils to reform on your scalp, neck and ears. If you can't wait (like, say, you have a playdate the next day and want to look good in front of the other moms, because really, who else do you have to look good for anymore?), at least rub some Desitin or Vaseline (or, if you have it, color block) on your hairline and ears. Start where you ended the last application (in my case, the left, orangey side), so your scalp is evenly assaulted, minimizing the risk of chemical burns on overexposed skin. And be fast.
I was rinsing my head minutes after I finished the hardcore bleach application last night, after a quick trip to put my head in front of the air conditioner. Thankfully, the burning meant it was working, because the last sections lifted quickly and completely. Use a mild shampoo to remove all the bleach from your hair, and finish with a cool rinse.
Step 7: Tone is everything.
Please do not stop at baby-chick yellow.* That's not blonde. You need a toner! That's where those little swatches of hair at the beauty supply store come in. Hopefully, you picked a color that compliments your skin tone. I like a cool tone, with a blue or violet base. Something called Arctic White or Champagne Lady. I usually pick a different one each time, because it gives some natural tones to the rest of my hair. There are also warm tones, with a red or gold base, called Honey or Wheat, for example.
This is a subtler process. Use a 20 volume developer. This will lift less, but deposit more color. Mix this in an applicator bottle, and apply to damp, towel-dried hair. I like to start at the center and draw those imaginary lines again, but just using the bottle's long nozzle end. Once I've striped up my head, I use my gloved hands to pull it through my hair, saturating every strand with toner. I have shorter hair, so I use half a bottle of toner, and I try to use all the mixture I have. It's imperative to get the roots first, then pull the color through to the ends to get the tone matched. If you're like me, you did a similar thing with the bleach (and you get a trim once in a while, ok?). This you can leave on for about 15 minutes, then rinse. DO NOT SHAMPOO. Use a good conditioner and leave it on for two to five minutes, then rinse, finishing with a cool rinse again.
*Unless you burned your head like me, then you can wait a day or so to tone. A lot of people won't realize your hair isn't the ideal shade of blonde, well, ever, but at least not right away. Then, when you tone it, you get a full new round of compliments!
Step 8: Enjoy... with a few caveats.
I find that when I have freshly blonde roots, I need to wear makeup more than usual, and whatever hairstyle was working with roots may not work for a while. It's like the hair shock you get right after a cut. Sleep on it for a day, BUT DO NOT WASH IT, and soon it will be just like it grew out of your head that way. Use a good shampoo for blonde hair like Clairol Shimmer Lights (but don't overdo it, or you'll get a purple tint that sounds cool, but really isn't), lay off the heat styling, and condition, condition, condition.
I'm coming from having very short hair, which I'm currently growing out. If you have long brown hair and want to go blonde, you may be better off going to a salon, or doing multiple processes using liquid lighteners (like Ultra Blue or 7th Stage) rather than powder bleach, which would be messy to paint on long hair. Bleaching virgin hair also requires you to start away from the roots first, then come back to them, because the heat from your head lightens the roots much faster. If you already have color in, use a color remover before starting to lighten. And so on. There is so much to know about hair color, and although I have been coloring my own hair for 25 years, I am not a professional hair stylist, but I know some stuff, so if you have any questions about what I have or haven't covered here, shoot!
I raised my head out of the sink and wrapped the old white towel around my wet, but strangely stiff hair. Not an unusual feeling for me; that's what post-bleach roots do, and I've been at this for 15 years. As I threw my head back, I saw my hairline in the mirror. "Damn it," I said. "Well, this is just awful. That's two hours wasted." My hairline was still brown, and the roots on the left side of my head were dark orange, the right side not much lighter.
I had forgotten that this was no diplomatic mission to my scalp, that no Geneva Convention stands between my mousy roots and my quest for a bright blonde mane. I had taken it easy on my head one too many times, and now I was getting walked all over like a cheap carpet.
*If your natural color is not brown, please take your high class problems elsewhere for guidance.
Step 2: Go to a beauty supply store.
Forget color kits with pretty blonde women on the box. That's just orange hair in a bottle for you and I. You need professional bleach and developer. And they don't sell that at Walgreen's. You know you're in the right place if they sell wigs, Paul Mitchell and hot combs. The one closest to me is a bit ghetto. Before I lived here, though, I used to have to go to Ricky's in Manhattan. It's a good store, but I really don't need to paw aside bachelorette party-quality dildos and temporary tattoos when I just need some peroxide. So, even though the tint brushes my local sells are on the chintzy side, it's all right for the basics.
Step 3: Go for maximum artillery.
I was lifting the color out of my roots, an on-scalp process. So, I bought BW2 Powder Bleach (for off-scalp use only) and Clairol Pure White 40 Volume Developer (also for off-scalp use only, and not recommended for use with BW2). I toyed with the idea of an extra lightening activator, but there is such a thing as overkill. And hair can burn off, after all.
Step 4: Treat yourself to the frills.
I usually use a crappy old towel to cover my shoulders and a plastic bowl I've been using for those 15 years to mix my bleach. I figured at 37 (almost 38!) years old, I deserved the same treatment I get at the salon. Minus the vacuous celebrity magazines, annoying music, and mindless small talk, of course. So I picked up a comb-out cape (a brief version of a full on salon cape), a graduated plastic mixing bowl with a handle, a pour spout and a rubberized base, as well as a few sectioning clips, a new tint brush (which I didn't use, too cheap), and shower caps (labeled as "processing caps"). Rubber gloves, you say? Girl, you know I got a whole BOX of them at home!
Step 5: Give yourself time.
It takes me about an hour to apply bleach to my roots. Mix the powder and developer until you have a loose paste that won't drip. I start at the center part, then go by half-inch sections out, painting the roots from the scalp out with the tint brush. It's like drawing a line from my hairline back over my head down to the nape of my neck. This exercise always reminds me that my head is not a perfect orb, and also makes me wish I had a bathroom with a mirror on the wall across from the medicine cabinet. It's tedious, but you cannot cut corners here. Nothing is worse than brown spots in the middle of an otherwise glowing yellow, baby-chick-colored head.
Then of course, you have to wait a little longer to get the desired lightening. Usually about 40-50 minutes. This time, however, because I had already done one failed process earlier in the day, I was a little bit more hurried. There was the burning, for one thing.
Step 6: Protect yourself.
You've declared war against your brunette nature, but must there be civilian casualties? Be smarter than I was yesterday. First, do not take such a radical approach less than a full day after an earlier process. You need to wait for the protective oils to reform on your scalp, neck and ears. If you can't wait (like, say, you have a playdate the next day and want to look good in front of the other moms, because really, who else do you have to look good for anymore?), at least rub some Desitin or Vaseline (or, if you have it, color block) on your hairline and ears. Start where you ended the last application (in my case, the left, orangey side), so your scalp is evenly assaulted, minimizing the risk of chemical burns on overexposed skin. And be fast.
I was rinsing my head minutes after I finished the hardcore bleach application last night, after a quick trip to put my head in front of the air conditioner. Thankfully, the burning meant it was working, because the last sections lifted quickly and completely. Use a mild shampoo to remove all the bleach from your hair, and finish with a cool rinse.
Step 7: Tone is everything.
Please do not stop at baby-chick yellow.* That's not blonde. You need a toner! That's where those little swatches of hair at the beauty supply store come in. Hopefully, you picked a color that compliments your skin tone. I like a cool tone, with a blue or violet base. Something called Arctic White or Champagne Lady. I usually pick a different one each time, because it gives some natural tones to the rest of my hair. There are also warm tones, with a red or gold base, called Honey or Wheat, for example.
This is a subtler process. Use a 20 volume developer. This will lift less, but deposit more color. Mix this in an applicator bottle, and apply to damp, towel-dried hair. I like to start at the center and draw those imaginary lines again, but just using the bottle's long nozzle end. Once I've striped up my head, I use my gloved hands to pull it through my hair, saturating every strand with toner. I have shorter hair, so I use half a bottle of toner, and I try to use all the mixture I have. It's imperative to get the roots first, then pull the color through to the ends to get the tone matched. If you're like me, you did a similar thing with the bleach (and you get a trim once in a while, ok?). This you can leave on for about 15 minutes, then rinse. DO NOT SHAMPOO. Use a good conditioner and leave it on for two to five minutes, then rinse, finishing with a cool rinse again.
*Unless you burned your head like me, then you can wait a day or so to tone. A lot of people won't realize your hair isn't the ideal shade of blonde, well, ever, but at least not right away. Then, when you tone it, you get a full new round of compliments!
Step 8: Enjoy... with a few caveats.
I find that when I have freshly blonde roots, I need to wear makeup more than usual, and whatever hairstyle was working with roots may not work for a while. It's like the hair shock you get right after a cut. Sleep on it for a day, BUT DO NOT WASH IT, and soon it will be just like it grew out of your head that way. Use a good shampoo for blonde hair like Clairol Shimmer Lights (but don't overdo it, or you'll get a purple tint that sounds cool, but really isn't), lay off the heat styling, and condition, condition, condition.
I'm coming from having very short hair, which I'm currently growing out. If you have long brown hair and want to go blonde, you may be better off going to a salon, or doing multiple processes using liquid lighteners (like Ultra Blue or 7th Stage) rather than powder bleach, which would be messy to paint on long hair. Bleaching virgin hair also requires you to start away from the roots first, then come back to them, because the heat from your head lightens the roots much faster. If you already have color in, use a color remover before starting to lighten. And so on. There is so much to know about hair color, and although I have been coloring my own hair for 25 years, I am not a professional hair stylist, but I know some stuff, so if you have any questions about what I have or haven't covered here, shoot!
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Not Another Mommy Blog
Back in 1999, when the internet was a teenager (not very young, but doing foolish things like e-tail without a business plan), I taught myself HTML and created a website called "Everything: A Beginner's Guide to Having a Life." I mostly did it for fun, not expecting a lot of traffic or interaction with readers. It was a fun way for me to put my new skills into practice. Although the site is gone, the premise persists: I know a little about a lot of things, and give good advice.
That's the premise of this blog, as well. I wanted to write a little bit more than my Facebook status updates, and I've blogged before. Although I have an eight-month old son and will write a lot while nursing (thank you, smartphone), I wouldn't consider myself a "mommy blogger." I have a lot of respect for (some) mommy bloggers, and no doubt some of my advice will be parenting related, but I'm no expert at motherhood.
I'm no expert at anything, really, but people think I am, because I know the important things to know about a multitude of subjects. Make sense? If you have a question about something, I've either done it, know someone who's done it, read an article or seen a television program about it, or learned about it in a crossword puzzle. And I have a great memory for "knowledge." I may not know what I did for my 35th birthday, but I know when to use the subjunctive and how to apply false eyelashes.
So, forget those eHow bullet lists, YouTube videos and your own mother, I've got the advice, and I'm not waiting for you to ask for it. Pure, unsolicited advice, for free, from a total know-it-all.
Alexia Tate lives in Queens, NY. She was a National Merit Scholar, and received a full ride to The University of Tennessee where she graduated Magna Cum Laude with a degree in Advertising. She has worked at restaurants, newspapers, a home shopping network, a record store, an acupuncturist's office, theater ticketing, ad agencies, a business improvement district, a ballroom, a voice school, and her home. She has also done work for the AP, the US Census, and Avon. Alexia is also a performing artist and has toured the country as well as small stages in New York. Alexia has acquitted herself well on Who Wants to be a Millionaire and Jeopardy! She holds the titles of Miss Gothic NYC 1999 and Honorary Miss NYC for Female Impersonators. She can do yo-yo tricks and play the ukulele. Credentialed!
That's the premise of this blog, as well. I wanted to write a little bit more than my Facebook status updates, and I've blogged before. Although I have an eight-month old son and will write a lot while nursing (thank you, smartphone), I wouldn't consider myself a "mommy blogger." I have a lot of respect for (some) mommy bloggers, and no doubt some of my advice will be parenting related, but I'm no expert at motherhood.
I'm no expert at anything, really, but people think I am, because I know the important things to know about a multitude of subjects. Make sense? If you have a question about something, I've either done it, know someone who's done it, read an article or seen a television program about it, or learned about it in a crossword puzzle. And I have a great memory for "knowledge." I may not know what I did for my 35th birthday, but I know when to use the subjunctive and how to apply false eyelashes.
So, forget those eHow bullet lists, YouTube videos and your own mother, I've got the advice, and I'm not waiting for you to ask for it. Pure, unsolicited advice, for free, from a total know-it-all.
Alexia Tate lives in Queens, NY. She was a National Merit Scholar, and received a full ride to The University of Tennessee where she graduated Magna Cum Laude with a degree in Advertising. She has worked at restaurants, newspapers, a home shopping network, a record store, an acupuncturist's office, theater ticketing, ad agencies, a business improvement district, a ballroom, a voice school, and her home. She has also done work for the AP, the US Census, and Avon. Alexia is also a performing artist and has toured the country as well as small stages in New York. Alexia has acquitted herself well on Who Wants to be a Millionaire and Jeopardy! She holds the titles of Miss Gothic NYC 1999 and Honorary Miss NYC for Female Impersonators. She can do yo-yo tricks and play the ukulele. Credentialed!
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