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Matching Hair And Other Signs To Watch Out For

I am really good at a few things. I cook well (when inspired - but my meatloaf is consistently off the chain [Mom, if you are reading that means that it's good]) and I know how to play The Entertainer on the piano. But I think what I'm best at is, quite possibly, wasting time. When faced with something that needs to be done I know how to quickly procrastinate in at least 100 different ways. I am, in fact, doing it RIGHT NOW. Yes, it may be hard to believe but writing to you about how lazy I am is not the most important thing I need to do today.

I will not let that stop me, however, from delivering my message to you: Brad Pitt is kind of an ass. Now don't get me wrong, I think he's a fine actor and humanitarian (stifling. yawn). But what the hell is his deal with matching his hair to his women? Have you ever noticed this?

Here he is when he was dating Gwenyth Paltrow:


The color clearly came from the same source and the styles are very similar EXCEPT their parts were on opposite sides of their heads! A bad omen to be sure. Speaking of bad omens I also found a shot with Brad and Juliette Lewis but I cannot put it here because it involved cornrows, Juliette Lewis and a flapper dress and I just...I just couldn't, OK? I have enough trouble sleeping as it is.

And, we're moving on...


Well, the hair colors were an obvious match and I think that their styles were pretty close, too. It seems like he'd wait for her to come out of the bathroom to see what she was doing and then he'd try to match it, "Ah, we're doing 'the wispy beach look'. Got it."

And here they are doing 'sleek and sexy'. I cannot help myself from wondering when their marriage broke down. But I strongly suspect that Jennifer could see the writing on the wall when he came home late one night after having had dyed his hair black.

Here he is with the very sexy and scary Angelina:


Color? Match! Part? Match! Style? Match! I think I'll go post this on Who Gives A Shit.com. Because that will allow me to waste even MORE precious time and therefore keeping me from the stuff that I really HAVE to do yet don't WANT to do. Everybody wins, see???

Check out the hair at Humor-Blogs! It's very matchy-matchy. In a good way.

Comments

Bex said…
OK. I know you're probably just DYING to know...here is how I make my meat loaf:

Mix together 1 pound of ground beef, a chopped onion, 1/4 cup oatmeal (uncooked, of course!), a teaspoon of salt and some ground pepper. In another bowl mix 1/4 cup milk or cream, one egg and a teaspoon of Worshestershire (sp?) sauce. Pour the wet stuff onto the meat mixture and stir. Put it all in a loaf pan and bake it at 375 for almost an hour. Let it sit for 10 minutes before you cut it. That's it! Yes it's basic but baby, it's GOOD.
Anonymous said…
oatmeal? i never would have thought of that. thanks for the meatloaf recipe! i'm going to try it.
Bex said…
Leigh, no problem! I know oatmeal doesn't sound right, but it's good. It's also an easy recipe to double in case you have an army coming. Just your basic comfort food, you know? Bon appetit!!
Shieldmaiden96 said…
Thank you for posting the recipe! I was going to ask but figured that'd be obnoxious. I'd actually planned to make meatloaf this week so I already have all the goods. I was looking for something to replace the salt-speedball Onion soup mix.
Bex said…
I should have called this post 'Monday Meatloaf Madness'! I'm always willing to share a recipe. My kids love it and actually call it "Meat Love". But that sounds kind of gross, huh? Or dirty...

Anyway, you guys will have to let me know how it turned out for you. We're often low carbing things at my place but sometimes I make mashed potatoes and a salad to go with it and it's a perfect comfort meal.

Well, I guess I'd better go...some kid called my 8 year old a "biotch" on the bus and she wants to know what it means...wish me luck....
Bee said…
I still love him and can't wait for him to dye it black with red streaks...mmmmmmm mmmmm ;o)
robkroese said…
It concerns me that you've noticed this.

And that you're still leaving the hyphen out of humor-blogs.com.
Bex said…
Bee, I am WIT you on that. Except he would have long, frizzy light brown hair with blond highlights. But as long as we could run through some of the scenes in Meet Joe Black it would be ALL GOOD.

Diesel, FINE! I put your hyphen in. I always remember to do it in the hyper link.... As for why I noticed this...yeah, I don't know what's up with that. But don't let the strangeness of my noticing take away from the strangeness that IS Brad Pitt mirroring his ladies hair styles! It actually makes me think less of him as a man. Perhaps he fancies himself as an accessory?

I cannot imagine suggesting to my husband that he should coif himself to match me. He'd probably herniate himself with laughter.
Bee said…
Bex, I've never shared a man before... ;op
Mom said…
Wow I never would have picked up on that, thanks for pointing it out.
Bex said…
Bee, meh, you can have him. I'm starting to lose interest. I've never spent time with someone who was so style conscious. I'd probably start laughing every time he took a step towards me. I prefer my men to be low maintenance. And with a strong back. Obviously.

Steph, at your service! It's weird, no? I wonder what would happen if he began dating Macy Gray. Or Don King. Or Sinead O'Connor. Huh. I'll have to think about that. I hope you and the family are well!!!
Cara said…
I am all over the meatloaf, thanks!! on top of that, I kind of feel better because I thought I was the only one who sorta thought Brad Pitt was a tool. I mean, good for them with all the kid-adopting and Africa-saving, but still... get over yourself.
Bee said…
Cool. Tomorrow (later tonight) I'm posting "my list". You know the list of freebies I get if I were to meet them in person without the hubs getting mad. See if we have any in common.
Bex said…
Cara. A tool. EXACTLY. I have no idea why but as soon as he hooked up with Angelina I was over him. And then you made another good point: Get over yourselves. EXACTLY again!

I was leaving a comment on someone else's blog and I had an epiphany. Well, not really an epiphany, just something I forgot to address in my original post. I found myself wondering if his drapes match the carpet. What do you think?? Based on how high maintenance he seems I'd bet yes.

Bee, I've checked out your list and, for the most part, approve. I do think, however, that for some of them you'd have to make the "you're not allowed to talk" stipulation. For example, The Rock. I think if I was having sex with him and he started talking I'd probably laugh. I might laugh anyway (I'm horribly sophomoric when it comes to that kind of thing).
Angie said…
I think he's seriously insecure. So sad for such a pretty boy...

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