Posts with tag Bill Clinton

There are a lot of things that make us go "huh?" about Hillary Clinton. Like the fact that she stood by her cheating husband, or that she got in bed (metaphorically speaking!) with drug companies after previously espousing the ideal of an egalitarian health care system. Or why so many people have voted for her so far... stuff like that.

What we couldn't care less about is how she wears her hair, or what clothes she puts on her body -- we think female politicians should get the same treatment as men, and how often do we pick on John McCain' suits? (Snooze...)

Forget about the cognitive behavioral therapy of Dr. Phil. Give up on the Transcendental Meditation of David Lynch. Move over, Kabbalism because the new it-philosophy is Ubuntu.

Last week, Bill Clinton gave a speech to the Labour Party in the UK, encouraging members to get into the principles of Ubuntu. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term, Ubuntu is an African world view, which boils down to a pronoun-heavy catch-phrase of "I am because you are." If you can't quite grasp the logic of that one, Ubuntu suggests that individuals need others to be fulfilled -- that self-identity is created through our relationships with other people.

In addition to Clinton, Ubuntu is also the cause-celeb of Archbishop Desmond Tutu. With Ubuntu conferences, an Ubuntu open-source software company, and Ubuntu-inspired fair trade practices, the only thing Ubuntu lacks is a rock star proponent -- and I dare say that this one has Bono written all over it.

Ever since Monica Lewinsky wore one in that infamous photograph with Bill Clinton, berets have had a bad name. But now that a few years have passed, and most of us have pleasantly forgotten the sordid details of Ken Starr's report, we can go back to loving that wonderful wool French hat.

As you can see from the fall runway collections shown earlier this year, berets are back, baby! And I can't wait to wear one because despite the negative attention Monica brought to this beloved hat, I've always felt deep down that nothing was more sophisticated, feminine or sexy than a beret casually cocked to the side of your head.