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Well, well, well... It seems I've finally been bitten hard enough by the bug... or call it the blug. As Peter the Great might have said, I've dragged myself kicking and screaming into the modern age and here I am... blogging.

So I've been checking out blogs. Ya, I know. I'm late to the game -- but hey, my Dad still has dial-up so I'm ahead of him. Then again, he's 80. Whatever. Anyway, what I have found are PILES of schlock band advertisements rivaling only late-nite TV for a high cheeseball factor, porno galore, and "hey-Crissy-how-r-u-had-fun-last-nite-ur-so-cool" and "this-is-us-at-the-party" style commentary. If commentary is even applicable to all that crap. They really will let anyone write anything on here, won't they? God bless the First Amendment.

So anyway... there actually are a whole lot of truly witty, intelligent blogs out there filled with pithy and insightful comments from clearly well-educated mavens of cultural sophistication. Very enjoyable. I suspect this space will not fall into that category. Although I, myself, MAY be one of those mavens. Ya, right.

I decided to take a crack at this because a mojito-inspired conversation with a bunch of girlfriends at a 40th birthday party (no, not mine... yet) made me realize what a truly fabulous group of gals this was. They (er, WE, I mean) are witty, funny, intelligent, well-spoken, well-educated, well-employed, dedicated, hardworking professionals -- and all crazy for high fashion, days filled with shopping, mani-pedis, cocktails and a fantasy "Sex and the City" lifestyle on a practical "Match.Com in the Suburbs " budget with a crazy schedule and "to do" list on which "new hose" means a trip to Target's lawn care section -- not La Perla.



EveryDayDiva (l) and M. at the birthday bash in LA

So, anyway...the aforementioned conversation at the birthday party took place in LA. Ah, Los Angeles. Land of making fantasies reality -- or at least reality TV. (Please: if you want reality, turn off the TV. But I digress.) You might say the biggest Hollywood bait-and-switch is the promotion of the fantasy that fantasies CAN become reality -- or is it?

And therein lies the challenge: how do we REAL women (hey, you guys are welcome to try too) put a little "diva" in our lives? What's the mix of glamorous restaurant dining and Glad-wrapped leftovers that works in the real world? Is it really possible to mix Blahnik and budgeting? Hell if I know. But I certainly have opinions. Which according to the First Amendment, I am free -- nay, encouraged even -- to post here.

The idea is to post every Tuesday. Ah... forgot to mention the name genesis. Well, think about it. We have Casual Friday. Weekends have their own cache. Everybody hates Mondays (even before the Boomtown Rats sang about it and ever since), Wednesdays are hump days, and Thursdays are just too close to the weekend to have anything to complain about. So... we're left with Tuesday. Usually a plain, ordinary, week-just-getting-started kinda day. Perfect for adding a little sparkle.... in the form of a tiara preferably. Keep one on your computer monitor and wear it next Tuesday. You'll get comments. You'll explain. People will love it. If they don't -- congratulations, you're a diva.

Anyway, that's the theory. Thanks for stopping by. Read on ...

NOTE: posted March 2006 -- Since I began writing this little epistle, I have looked into whom else might have thought of "Tiara Tuesday." Lo and behold... there are two ultra-cool chick groups that have. TiaraTuesdays at Carrollton Station in New Orleans is a cocktail-loving gaggle of gals who gather and chat. Love it. In Austin, it's another cocktail clatch that adds a twist: they party for charity. I'm about to contact them both to trade info (I hope). Sisterhood rocks.