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LAU Hotties; The New FaceMash?

Remember how Facebook started off as Facemash, a tool Mark Zuckerberg developed for Harvard-only students that allowed them to rate each other on attractiveness?

Well, let me introduce you to another little thing I came across on my Facebook newsfeed yesterday, it’s a page called LAU Hotties (yup straight to the point) an unofficial fan page (950 likes) that I’m assuming does not officially represent the Lebanese American University though it does use their logo as their profile picture. This page posts pictures of “hottie” LAU students and allows people to like them. The picture that gets the most Likes has the honor of being selected on the cover page.

Lebanon’s love affair with beauty pageants baffles me, think Miss Mermaid Jounieh, Miss Lebanon 2011, Miss Lebanon Battle of the Twins, Mr. International, Miss Lebanon World Super Model.

I have a feeling LAU officials are not going to be too happy when they get wind of this, but for now I’ll say this, those are some good looking students! Students seem to be having a blast on the page and I’m hoping they’ve given page admins permission to publish their pictures.

Here are some pictures posted on the wall, I’ve blurred out the faces, although the page is open to the public I didn’t think it would be fair to publish the students pictures. To view the original photos click here

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Topshop and Miss Selfridge, The Grand Openings

I attended the grand opening of both Topshop and Miss Selfridge on Thursday and Friday of last week at the new Beirut City Center. I visit the Topshop store at City Mall regularly but I loved the retro electro-pop  look and feel of the new store. I also used to shop endlessly at Miss Selfridge as a teenager but I was happy to see that I didn’t outgrow the collection, heavily inspired by the 60′s icons and adorned in lace, satin, ruffles, frill, sugar,spice and everything nice.

The openings were nothing short of fabulous and everything you would expect from these high-street fashion powerhouses. I took the liberty of snapping up some of my favorite moments and items from both days. Bisoux

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Vote Ivy Says For SMA Best Fashion Bog

I’m honored to announce that Ivysays.com has been nominated and selected by a panel of judges SMA and has now made it to the final round in the BEST FASHION BLOG category in the first edition of the Social Media Awards Beirut this year.

It all comes down to numbers now and I’m gonna need you guys to show me some love by voting today until April 25. You can vote by signing up through your Facebook or Twitter accounts HERE

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And yes, if I win, I’ll be picking it up.

 

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I’m Not Flirting, I’m Just Being Nice!

I don’t care how friendly and hospitable foreigners find Lebanon, people are just not as nice as they used to be. Everyone’s constantly on edge, drivers won’t stop for thirty seconds to let you reverse and staff won’t bother greeting you when you walk into a store.

But my please and thank yous have not faltered, nope, they’re so deeply ingrained in me, that at times I automatically thank a customer rep for bad service.

Now that I gave you a little background, get this-  it seems people are a little taken aback by nice people, and tend to misinterpret my politeness and general niceness (yes, I’m actually a nice person) with flirtation and naivety. That’s right.  Men often confuse my behavior with me hitting on them. It’s only when I frown and grunt that I seem to create a sort of unapproachable vibe.

So here it goes:

I’m not flirting if we happen to be seated next to each other and I make small talk. I’m not flirting when I reply to a guy’s funny tweet. I’m not flirting when I greet a parking guy and wish him a nice day. I’m not flirting if I answer  the cab drivers questions about where I’m from. I’m not flirting when I ask the bartender to fix me something different. I’m not flirting if I express my gratitude to the gas station attendant who wiped my windshield. I’m not flirting when I ask the waiter to give me his opinion on the best dish. I’m not flirting when I ask a police man for directions. I’m not flirting when I laugh at an old man’s cheesy joke. I’m not flirting when I ask the hairdresser if a hairstyle looks good on me.  I’m not flirting if I made eye contact by mistake with a guy while stuck in traffic.

I’m just being nice so stop being so conceited!

Have I missed any?

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Sex And Burgers Are More Alike Than You May Think

ask ivyOn my relationship advice column on Beirut.com this week, I get asked two very interesting questions:

Dear Ivy,
My boyfriend and I have been together for two years. I’m 28 and he’s 30. Recently, I decided to talk to him about our general lack of sex. He said that I turn him on, but he just doesn’t get horny that much because he’s spent so much time in the past watching porn (he’s given up porn for a few months now) and also, he said he gets self-conscious about finishing too quickly. I’m sexually frustrated and for some reason a part of me doesn’t believe him! But I don’t want to accuse him of lying after he’s opened up to me. What should I do?

Dear Ivy,
I caught my boyfriend looking at pictures of his ex-girlfriend on Facebook. I confronted him about it, and he admitted he looks at her photos every once in a while, but says it’s because he’s being a Facebook voyeur – just looking – but that it doesn’t actually mean anything to him. What do you think, Ivy?

What do burgers have to do with your sex life and why your man is facestalking his ex? Find out HERE

 

Mes Obsessions Du Jour

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DuoCasper & Gambini's frappuccino

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Ivy Reviews La Petite Maison Dubai

Apparently anybody who’s a somebody in Dubai has been to the ultra-chic ‘tous célèbres ici’ French/Mediterranean gourmet restaurant La Petite Maison – at least that’s what I was told before I arrived. “You have to try La Petite Maison” “It’s a Dubai-Must” and well luck had it that I ended up there for one of my recent work trips.

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For those of you who are not familiar (tsk tsk tsk) this top-notch spot started off at Old Nice in France and has a very popular branch in London. The place embodies the gastronomic spirit of the Côte d’Azur and neighboring Liguria.

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Before I take you on my little culinary orgasm  journey let me tell you about my delightful encounter with the as-French-cliché -as-they-come waiter who greeted me at the bar. I asked him for a glass of wine and a vodka 7up for my friend. He looked like I just swore at him.

Waiter(with the heaviest French accent I’ve heard in Dubai): “Darling, come on, wine? Really? Our specialty are cocktails, let me do something special for you, filled with love, with wine I just open z bottle and poooor z wine where is the fun there huh?”

Moi: (Giggle)“No really I’d like some wine”

We went back and forth around 3 times. He finally handed me the wine to his obvious dismay.

Waiter (with most disgusted look I’ve seen in Dubai): “ Fine, you have wine. But there is not that 7up in zis place okii? Really, no 7up”

Moi:“Just give me the closest thing to 7up”

He hands me Vodka- something and goes on to ignore me for the rest of the evening. The experience wouldn’t have been complete had he not done so. Almost as though he had been planted my management to do exactly that.

The place was jam-packed and it was only a Tuesday. We were seated on a roundtable with a couple of tomatoes, a lemon and a bottle off love oil in the centre.

We started things off with a fresh and crisp dish salad called Taboulet de Quinoa Salad which I thoroughly enjoyed; it had a very light barely-there dressing that allowed the quinao to stand out.

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The Carpacio de Boeuf was one of the best I’ve had in a long time, it’s basically cured sirloin with this magnificent pickle dressing.

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But the appetizer that stole my heart was the Burrata et Tomates  a marvelous fresh Italian cheese, somewhere between a mozzarella and one of the richest creams you will encounter. It fell apart as soon as it came into contact with my spoon and felt like velvet in my mouth. I wanted to hold onto it just a little while longer before the moment was over.

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We also tried the Salad of Green Lentils and Calamars Frits which were quite spicy, both were was nothing out of the ordinary but added that Mediterranean touch the place promised.

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And now for the fun part, the main course, I sunk my fangs into a the succulent dish of Côte de Veau Grillée (grilled veal chops) which were astoundingly  tender with a no-fuss marination or sauce- not even a side dish- just right to the point. And with veal like that, that’s really all you need.

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I also got to try the Coquelet au Citron Confit, a slow roasted baby chicken with lemon and it was as succulent as promised. I’m not a big fan of chicken  but this was not your average bird.

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And finally the Ziti with black truffles in a very light creamy sauce, and although I usually like my pastas drowned in juices, there was something about the subtle yet thick cream that made this dish just as good for me. I recommend you go for this one as a side dish but never as a main course, you’d miss out on so much more.

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And of course no French meal is complete without Pain Perdu and Crème Brulée. I lost myself in the warm Pain Perdu that came with spice cinnamon-like ice cream. It was fulfilling in ways I just can’t describe. Really, I can’t. We also washed it all down with some Coconut, Pineapple-Mint, Raspberry, Passion Fruit ice cream.

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Aside from the one arrogant French man, I most definitely recommend you experience La Petite Maison on your next visit to Dubai, just don’t order 7up and be prepared to splurge. Rumor has it that it may even open it’s doors in Beirut soon.

UPDATE: La Petite Maison is opening soon at Le Vendôme Beirut, I wonder if it’ll be as good?

Craving French cuisine in Beirut? Try my favorite dishes at Couqley

 

 

Dear Ivy, My Family Thinks My Boyfriend is “Cheap”

On my relationship advice column on Beirut.com this week, I get asked a very interesting question which has got a lot of people talking. Many couples here find themselves in the same boat and well it just goes to show how messed up the general outlook is. If your man doesn’t have a 3 bedroom apartment with a sea view, a slick ride and cash to burn (no matter how indebted he may be) then he’ll be casted out by those closest to you as cheap or unworthy.

Dear Ivy,

I’ve been dating a guy for about 4 months now. He’s 27, I’m 25. He’s pretty much broke all the time, but that’s because he’s self-sufficient, lives on his own and pays all the bills, and has a low-salary job. It doesn’t bother me, but everyone in my family is constantly putting him down and calling him “cheap.” Advice?

Click Here to read my take on the matter. Do you agree?

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Multinational With A Lebanese Twist

My good friend Laura is trying to decide between two jobs. One is for a major local Lebanese business and the other is for its international competitor. The local one pays slightly better, but she’s considering going with the multinational, even though she’ll also get stuck in major traffic. She feels as though she’d be in “better hands” with the multinational. I think not.

Everybody knows that Lebanon has its own special way of conducting business: Unprofessional.

Yup, not many people here give a damn about how rude they come off to others in the workplace, they don’t measure the intensity of the words they use, the manner in which they carry themselves and their abuse of power.  That I know. That’s why, if given the choice between a  multinational versus a local firm, most would pick the multinational naturally- assuming that there would be more accountability to such behavior. Even if the benefits were identical.

Why? First because it sounds more sexy. This town LOVES sexy. Also hoping that the multinational would adhere to higher standards of business place conduct. *Think mustached local angry boss throwing a fit at underpaid employee.*

But we’re wrong. Here’s why:

For some reason that is beyond me, top international brands and  companies instantly become “Lebanonized” the minute they set foot on this land, by that I mean “typical Lebanese” in the manner in which they choose to conduct themselves. Suddenly the expat boss who used take the subway in freezing temperatures back home will need the company car to drive him from his desk to the washroom. He or she would probably also make their overqualified employees order their food because of the “language barrier.” They would refer to you and “your people” in every culturally insensitive way possible and talk shit about how corrupt the country is yet while calling in for a “wasta” every chance they get.

Employees will address other fellow Lebanese working at local institutions with a superior tone simply because they work for a firm that has headquarters in a country with actual traffic laws. They would backstabb each other at every chance they got and would have no problem grocery shopping for their boss’s wife. And what about emails? Would this mean that most of them would drop the acronyms ASAP and FYI from their professional emails and loose the excessive use of upper-case letters, explanation marks and smiley faces? I think not.

So don’t be fooled by the foreign boss or the picture-perfect offices, as long as the address spells Lebanon, you’re in for one heck of a ride.

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Ivy Says In Time Out Beirut

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Check out my most recent interview in Time Out Beirut’s December/ January issue on news stands now. It’s part of the Last Night A DVD Saved My Life feature. (I’ll bet there are some things in there that may surprise you about me.)

 Click here: Ivy Says Time Out Interview

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