Day 21

Guys, where is that plane?

Guys, where is that plane?

I’m overly obsessed with Malaysia Flight 370, which has now officially been missing for 21 days since it took off from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia bound for Beijing, China. Ob-sessed. I’m talking watching the same segments on CNN, on repeat and trying to take in as much information as I possibly can. That being said, can someone please explain to me how the world’s largest twin-jet, carrying 239 passengers (three of which were American) and 12 crew members, just vanishes? Literally. Can someone also explain to me how those 239 people on-board a flight that CLEARLY experienced some kind of emergency — i.e. fire, terrorists, engine failures, really anything that your mind can come up with — made not even the slightest attempt to contact someone on the ground?

Nothing. Not a text, not a phantom phone call from a cell phone that was disconnected before a loved one answered, not a curious tweet that some techy on-board the flight managed to post minutes before something terrible occurred. No-thing. Every single person on that flight had to have had a cell phone. How about all of those individual TVs that receive signals from satellites? In this technological age, when hackers are finding ways to break into cameras on computers, phones and anything else you can think of, not ONE person could track those phones in the first 48 hours? WiFi is offered on-board. Nothing from that was transmitted to the ground, as far as time and location? WHAT? What happened to these people? What happened to this plane? The pilots? Not one of the crew members thought, ‘Let me send out some S.O.S. signal that maybe someone can interpret on the ground, somehow, someway’? I repeat: Nothing. This smells. This smells bad.

So what’s missing? Getting information out of the Malaysian Government is like pulling teeth. Why? Why are these officials not more concerned about their people; about human beings who are missing? Who throws their hands up and basically says, ‘Well, we did our best’. No. That’s not how this works when you have almost 250 souls depending on your aircraft to make it from Point A to Point B.

Experts, people who live, eat and breathe the aviation world, are completely speechless. Turn on CNN for a minute and listen to what the panels of people, who are the best in their field, have to say about the search, the plane, the governments involved. At certain times in the discussion they are scratching their heads saying, ‘It could be this. It could be that. This doesn’t fit. Something isn’t adding up.’

The search area just changed dramatically in the last 14 hours. New data has emerged regarding flight time compared to the amount of fuel used, which has brought the search closer to the coast of Australia. Closer, but unfortunately, not a smaller search area, which now measures the size of New Mexico. This has brought into question all of the past data from the last 19 days. Was any of it credible? What about those satellite images? Australia has completely abandoned the area where the 300 images were found via satellite. I don’t like it. Do we not want to know why pieces of debris, the size of parts that could have been from an airplane, are lying on the ocean floor? I understand the importance right now is finding this flight, but to not find any of those images important raises serious red flags for me.

And why Australia? Why has this flight plan all of a sudden moved closer to the coast? Did the pilots realize they were getting within a few hundred miles of land and shift the aircraft towards the Australian continent, hoping to make it before fuel ran out? Sounds awfully “Amelia Earhart” of them. Did they lose all technological capabilities?  There’s just way too many possibilities. I am in no way saying this search rests solely on Australia, because it does not. They’re following the best “leads” they have. But can I ask, who’s in charge here? WHO is making these ultimate decisions? Where does the Malaysian government fit into this search? WHY is everyone so completely confused?

These families want, no need, proof that their loved ones were “lost.” Imagine being trapped in the worst 24 hours of your life, over and over and over again. This is a form of Hell that no one should have to experience. I can’t begin to imagine what torment these people have gone through. Not to mention, without proof, no matter how obvious something may seem, there is always the minutest possibility that maybe, just maybe, they are surviving somewhere on an island much like television and movies have allowed us to conjure in our minds.

With every possible piece of technology and satellites available, with the smartest people in the world tracking all of this evidence, if this plane is not found then you will never convince me that it crashed. There’s TOO many questions unanswered. My conspiracy theory? (We can all have one, right?) I’ve always thought that that plane landed safely somewhere and the passengers and crew are being held captive. Why? Just another question. Is it possible? Why not? Did anyone think a Boeing 777 could vanish into thin air? Nope.

I’m sick for these families, I’m sick for that pilot’s family, who without a shred of proof, has had his name and his family’s name just completely annihilated by the media and the Malaysian Government. I was never convinced those pilots made this happen, and until authorities can PROVE that they did, I can, as an American, believe he is innocent until proven guilty.

I pray for the loved ones. I pray for every soul that was on that flight that day. I pray that we find answers, because until we do we continue to sit, mystified, making assumptions. We know they are missing, but we can not forget about them. Find this plane. Find these people. And come back to me with something more concrete than, “a new credible lead” because I’m not buying it. Not at all.

(A somber) XO,

B. Marie


You Think This Won’t Happen To You?


Is that sexy selfie really worth your future?

I’ve been out of the blogging game for a bit, but it only takes one thing to light that fire. And Charlotte’s story did that for me. This is the story of one mother’s fight and fight she did.

If you read anything today, if you only click on one link all weekend, this is the one to choose. If you’re a woman; if you’re the parent of a daughter, any age, you WANT — no NEED — to read this. If you’re a guy who thinks the guy getting revenge against an ex-girlfriend is hilarious, I beg you to read this. It’s a loooong read. It’s also terrifying. And it’s all true. Grab your coffee (or an alcoholic beverage, because you might want one after this) and settle in with your smart phone, laptop, iPad or at your desktop (people still have those, I’m assuming) and just keep reading. An excerpt from the article is below. Follow the linked text at the bottom to, where this originally appeared. CLICK the link and FINISH the article. I promise that you’ll be scared for our future, for our children’s future, but knowing that this can happen and that this kind of evil exists in the world, well, that’s something that we should all be aware of, no matter how much we want to stick our heads in the sand. Thank God Charlotte didn’t.

This is what happens when the “most hated man on the Internet” messes with the wrong mother.

I felt like Will Smith in “Enemy of the State.” I was being hunted, harassed and stalked by criminals with technological expertise. I had been thrust into an unexpected war. I felt exposed, vulnerable and alone on the front line. I had awoken a hideous network of villains and saboteurs, who were in pursuit of me, hoping to ruin my life. I had received creepy emails, backlash on Twitter and three death threats. My computer had been bombarded with viruses, and a technician had advised me to buy all new equipment because the malware was tough to remove.

“Also, be leery of unusual cars or vans in the neighborhood,” the tech added.

“Why?” I asked.

“If someone wants to break into your computer network, he will need to be close to your house. That is, unless he has advanced skills. Then, he could gain access from anywhere.”

I hurried home from the hardware store with my all-important purchase: heavy-duty padlocks. I knew I had to secure the gates at my residence, so that an intruder or a team of intruders could not access my backyard and possibly my home.

I pulled into my driveway and scanned the street, glad that the suspicious white car with the young, male driver was no longer present. It had been there on the previous evening, according to my daughter, Kayla. She’d seen it when she returned from work, and she had monitored it for several hours until it disappeared. She did not report the incident to me until the next day.

“Mom, why was there a guy in a white car, watching our house last night?”

Because she had no knowledge of the “be leery of unusual cars or vans” warning by the computer technician, I could not accuse her of paranoia.

I affixed padlocks to the gates, and the phone rang. It was like a gun. It had become a powerful way to threaten and to terrorize me. It was one of my enemy’s weapons. I reluctantly picked up the receiver.

“We know where you live,” a muffled male voice spoke. “Your life will be ruined.” He hung up.

A caller that morning had told me I would be raped, tortured and killed. I glanced out the front window. The night had once looked innocent and peaceful, but suddenly it seemed ominous and dangerous. Then I logged onto my computer to see whether the Twitter backlash against me had ceased. It had not. But there was an odd message on my feed, which read, “Please follow me. I need to direct message you.”

I did as I was instructed, and the interaction resulted in a bizarre phone call. Just as “Enemy of the State” protagonist Will Smith got aid from Gene Hackman — an off-the-grid, former government agent — I was being offered assistance.

“Don’t worry. We’re going to protect you. We’re computer experts,” were the first words uttered by a man nicknamed “Jack,” who claimed to be an operative with the underground group, Anonymous.

I knew little about the famous, decentralized network of activists and hacktivists, who are sometimes called “freedom fighters” or digital Robin Hoods, so I conducted Google searches during our half-hour phone conversation.

“Jack” instructed me on how to protect my computer network and explained in detail how he and a buddy planned to electronically go after the man who had been threatening me and who had been urging his devotees to follow suit. He then uttered the name of the person who has become the most well-known online face of revenge porn: a man named Hunter Moore.

“We know Hunter and his followers have been attacking you on Twitter. We will go after him and we won’t stop until he stops victimizing people,” he said. (xoJane reached out to Moore to comment for this story, but received no response.)

I felt better after the call, but wondered if it had been a practical joke. Was this really the notorious group Anonymous or was I being duped? Did I have an ally or would the stalking and emotional harassment escalate into physical violence against my family? I would learn the truth within 24 hours.

How It All Began…

Is There Still Time To Decline?

The Happy Couple

The Happy Couple

Dear Eddie Cibrian and LeAnn Rimes, I know you’re bored these days and VH1, I’m sure, offered a really sweet deal for a new reality show but I have my concerns. The most important being that this might be the nail in the coffin where your marriage is concerned.


B. Marie

I’m not too sure who told these two that a reality series was a good idea, but they’re out of their minds. The stability of this marriage is based on the fact that everyone has set them up to fail from day one. You don’t exactly have the best track record Eddie, and LeAnn your rep isn’t that clean either. With each having a failed marriage behind them, you can’t tell me they aren’t aware of the dreaded reality show curse. Jessica still wishes she had a VIP pass to 98 Degrees, The Gosselin’s never know which of their eight kids they’re watching this week, Britney and Kevin… I mean, tell me you remember they had that sad, sad show “Chaotic”? And I’m super bummed to point out that it looks like Khloe Kardashian and Lamar are due to be over any day now.

Rimes and Cibrian have featured their own soap opera over the past few years, between their own affair becoming public knowledge and the “rumor” of Eddie stepping out on LeAnn, while he was still married to Brandi. SHOCKER. This is the very last thing the two need. Let’s dredge up every bad bit of publicity they’ve encountered over the past four years and highlight it on national television. Eh, no hard feelings…. Riiiiight.

Ultimately, I hope these two get a clue and back out on the deal.

But on a related note, could they pop out a baby already? We need a child in the world with those genes mixed together before this marriage goes South of the Border.


B. Marie

“So, A Home Run Is Worth Seven Points, Right?!”


Football season is right around the corner — thank God! — and there’s nothing I hate more than a girl pretending to like the game for the sake of the guy she’s got her eye on. No, it’s not cute, and it actually gives a bad name to those of us who willingly sit in front of the TV every single Sunday from September to February (Preseason is lame, I’m so over it). But c’mon ladies, if you don’t get it, own it. The dude might actually be impressed that you’re asking questions and getting interested.

Now, while I can’t wait for my team to run out on the field and start taking names (For the record, I’m a diehard N.Y. Jets fan and no, I’m not joking.), I get the same excitement from my brand new Urban Decay Naked Basics Eye Palette, which just arrived in the mail! The faster I can break into that box and start testing it out, the better as far as I’m concerned.

From matching jewelry (No, rose gold is not a substitute when wearing plain gold everywhere else), to the perfection of eye makeup, and what about those nails? To shellac or not to shellac? Your burning questions may or may not be answered here. I don’t know. But what I do know is that I’m excited to blog about anything and everything that interests me. And it could be anything from the fact that I finally learned how to use a drill (YAY!), to the one and only place I get my eyebrows done — the Benefit Brow Bar does it right, ladies — I’m just looking to write it all down.

What’s the latest book I’m reading? Or the show that I’m newly obsessed with? The last place I traveled to or where I would die to go? Maybe I just simply need to get some words on the page. Either way, I’ll be doing my best to make it frequent and fabulous!

I write poetry. I love music. I’m obsessed with traveling. I scrapbook. I love great photography. I live for the TV shows that I follow religiously. I can shoot a basketball and rock a pair of high heels all day long. Tinder is my matchmaker, Pinterest is my wedding planner and Instagram is my professional photographer, but mainly it’s just me, making my way through the world and laughing at the girl who pretends to know what a safety is… Ugh, just ask!

My family keeps me grounded and I would not be me without them. I wouldn’t have my love of football without my dad and my excitement for all things girly without my mom. So yes ladies, there’s no shame in a solid afternoon of football or two hours spent on your hair. You don’t have to choose one over the other. Girls get the best of both worlds!


B. Marie