What the fuck is Bonnie Root doing in my email?! I don’t fool myself into thinking that anyone reads this website (urgh, still can’t say blog) with any regularity or longevity, but if you have any idea who Bonnie Root even is thanks to me (scroll to 5/16/00 or 10/16/98) or otherwise, god bless you. This woman who I attended grade, junior and high school with has vexed and fascinated me since the day I moved to NYC and commercials for NBC flop Trinity (like Black Donnellys but worse) began barraging me. Bonnie Root is the only person I grew up with who’s achieved any degree of fame (and it ain’t much). When you come from Gresham, Oregon you’ve got to take what you can get. Heck, look at me, typing for shits and giggles.
Over the years, I’ve amassed a decent amount of junk mail due to online shopping. When I became a self-chosen part-timer in September I made a pact with myself that I wouldn’t buy any clothing or absolutely unnecessary items until I landed a real job. Every ad in my inbox got deleted without even a glance. Well, now I’m in a position to enjoy a little spending money but I’ve decided that internet retailer message delete without prejudice is a good practice to uphold (instead I’ve upped my automatic online savings account contribution).
But this afternoon I was weak and thrown off by a message from Whish, the company I bought shaving cream from in December as a Christmas present for James, only to discover it was meant for girls (he’s been using it, regardless). I don’t recall ever receiving anything form them before. So, I click on the damn thing and see some blah blah about SXSW. Er, ok, then after a slight scroll, I’m brought face to face with Bonnie freaking Root. I’m still not clear on the connection between a no name and a new shaving cream but I’m thrilled to be privy to a day in the life of an always working bit part actress.
I was pleased to see that Bonnie has been appearing on Cold Case (I’m totally watching this Sunday even though I don’t know the first thing about the show) but I was highly disturbed by her Angeleno eating habits. But then, if you’re going on 35 and an obscure beauty brand newsletter dubs you “not-yet-so-famous,” well, you’d better be restricting yourself to egg whites and vegan Thai soup. Though, I'm amused that there's something called a hobo sandwich at this Eat Well place. Are bums known for their healthy eating habits?