Celebrity Hairstyles:
Ellen DeGeneres |
| Karen Marie Shelton - Copyright - All
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| Revised Date; 12/07/08 - Original
Publication Date: 10/14/2004 |
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Ellen
DeGeneres
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2004 Emmy Awards |
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Ironically
my Ellen Addiction didn't start when I first wrote a short piece
about her hairdresser who coifs the comic wonder's tresses with Paul
Mitchell products.
Nor did it develop when my dear
friend, celebrity hairdresser
Robert
Hallowell confided that he was dying to share his special cat
shampoos with the famous Ms. D.
Nope, the blame for my current all-consuming addiction to
she-who-dances, also known simply as Ellen, can be blamed solely on
my dear lifetime friend, Carolyn Cooper.
It All Started With Carolyn Cooper
Don't get me wrong, I was a modest fan of Ellen's original TV
series. I was also one of the gazillion people watching when
Ellen made television sitcom history. But it wasn't until
Carolyn and I were having lunch at Mac's Bar & Grill in Plano,
Texas, that I caught the terminal Ellen bug.
Throughout our entire girlfriends-who-lunch experience Carolyn would
pepper other topics with Ellenisms. It all started when
the waiter brought some dreaded white bread - to our table. As I
sneered, Carolyn ripped off a huge piece and calmly said "you know,
Ellen believes that people need to eat more bread". I was a
little taken aback since we were busy debating traffic patterns when
Ellen somehow popped into our conversation.
After Carolyn explained her own addiction to Ellen, followed by mock shock that I didn't Tivo Ellen's daytime talk show, the spirit
of Ms. DeGeneres claimed the rest of our lunch date. In a
highly animated tone, Carolyn relayed how absolutely adorable a
blushing Ellen appeared during Justin Timberlake's appearance.
She also confided that Ellen's mom rarely missed a show and always
sat in the same spot. She went on to rhapsodize about how
Ellen had to have the most hilarious talk show in the Universe.
Carolyn finished our visit by stressing the fact that she never ever
missed a show unless her Tivo malfunctioned, which it tragically did
a few times.
Ellen's Hair
When I got back to the safely of my office, I remembered that in the
past I had written a brief article about
Ellen's hairdresser.
After making a call to celeb hairdresser Robert Hallowell to ask
what he knew about Ellen's strands, he informed me that "he was a
gigantic fan" of the blue-eyed funny lady. We discussed her
hair type and Robert reported that he had not had the great fortune
to coif her golden streaked strands.
However, Robert did say
that he would love to appear on Ellen's show to talk about his
Kitchen Beautician hair care product line that included his secret
new recipe for grooming cats. Huh? Cats? Robert
explained that he also had some sort of newfangled concoction to
deal with raccoons. Whoa. I decided that was just too
much information since I did not understand, at the
moment, Ellen's cat/raccoon issues.
Obviously the topic of Ellen's tresses had not left a huge
impression on my psyche. Neither had the previous
Paul Mitchell
scoop or Robert's glowing praises of Ellen's choppy layers.
With all the babble about Ellen, I rationalized, maybe I should
check out the show to do an update on Ellen's hairstyle. After all,
hair is really my first passion and maybe I was missing something
that was scoop worthy about her tresses.
The minute that my Tivo showed Ellen dancing, I became part of the
Ellen Tivo Addiction Crowd. I couldn't stop giggling nor could
I prevent myself from watching every second of that very first
episode that I happened upon.
Even worse, I was thrilled when the
blonde streaked humor queen ran her fingers through her choppy do,
made a typical Ellen face
and explained that it took hours (and lots of painful hair
extensions) to achieve her all natural carefree shaggy style.
I reasoned that it must have been kismet for her to include mention
of her hair in her monologue during my virgin viewing.
Geez, before I even knew what hit me, I had taped and watched all
the reruns so that I had caught up with the entire first season.
I had also called Robert on more than one occasion and badgered him
about that fact that some of his celebrity hair clients (Sarah Rue, Jon
Crier) had appeared on the show but he hadn't.
It wasn't so much a nahnahnah but more a case of wanting Robert to get on the show to
tell me all about Ellen and her hair.
Ellen's Bread Eating Lunch Bunch
The next time I met my friend Carolyn for lunch I told her I hated
her for giving me the Ellen curse. Then I confessed that I also
loved her for hooking me up with such a fun and fabulous viewing
experience.
Instead of our lunch date being randomly peppered with Ellenisms,
our conversation was totally dominated by our favorite show
moments. Not only did we completely analyze Ellen's backyard
bobcat trauma, we discussed the unfortunate passing of her cat, the
adoption of her new kitten, Cricket, and the visit of the Hummer
enamored Kitty. We jointly mourned the loss of the RiffRaff
room box and wondered why indeed the powers to be ended the option
of the fruit plate.
After absentmindedly drawing pipes and hats on the menus, waxing
poetically about Ellen's most hilarious show moments (John
Travolta's plane antics, Gwenyth's Paltrow's baby carriage and Leah
Ramini's cold) we were exhausted from Ellenizing.
Shockingly,
the topic of Ellen's hair never made to the agenda since there was
so little time to discuss Kitty, Houston and all the spiders in
Ellen's house. We were jointly appalled that Ellen's friend
Ryan had the nerve to speed through the best parts of the show.
After being all Ellened out, we finished our bread and gin soaked
lunches (only kidding on the gin) and staggered to our respective
autos. And no, sadly, they were not chauffeur driven Hummer limos.
Summary
I'm not sure what this all Ellenism means but I wouldn't start to
seriously worry about me until you notice that the HairBoutique.com
moniker has been changed to EllenBoutique.com, that all the models
in the hairstyle galleries are wearing hats and pipes and you can't
control the urge to dance as you hear Ellen's theme song when you
surf on in to the HairBoutique.com err EllenBoutique.com site.
Hit it Tony! It's time to dance. |