making it past valentine's day and rounding the bend towards springtime

the feminist blogosphere is so anti-He's Just Not That Into You and I am having trouble reconciling my feminist beliefs with my love of the book/movie/philosophy/lifestyle. for all its sexism and essentialism and heteronormativity and the general lameness i feel every time i proclaim my love for it, it's still em-freakin-powering, and it still changed my life.

something less dorky:
i had a lovely weekend with lovely people and re-acquainted myself with the great outdoors. within the span of a couple of hours, i lay in the snow and stared at hundreds of stars, drove by a dead deer and sat near a blazing fire in the fireplace. This was too much for my city brain to handle and it quickly exploded. I am now dead.

:(

not having a good day... I never want to work in customer service. People yell at you for no reason.

What's getting me through the day:
-tracy morgan tonight
-he's just not that into you with the girls
-skiing/cooking/lounging in woodstock this weekend
-no work on monday!!!

I'm a sucker for this ish.

This article is kind of brilliant. The Observer's description of L'Homme Fatale fits in perfectly with my Spiderman/Seth Cohen theory of nerdy boys getting really hot girls nowadays and suddenly turning from self-deprecating to cocky. I have met so many of these LHFs and I'm happy that there's apparently even the slightest bit of backlash against it because now maybe there will be a return to authenticity in flirtation (jk that's never happened).

I should explain that the subject line refers to both me being a sucker for this type of guy and his oh-so-sensitive delivery as well as me being a sucker for pseudo-sociological blog posts and articles, especially ones about dating, relationships, or new types of guys & chicks AND especially ones that coin new terms ESPECIALLY when they're portmanteaus (which this one is not, but I'm just bringing this to people's attention in case they happen upon this kind of article and want to point them out to me).

nostalgia

Taking a sick day off work means an immediate trip back to the olden days. Maybe it's my mom bringing me chicken soup in bed or the fact that I watched a marathon of The OC on Soapnet or that my iTunes on random happened on "The Middle" by Jimmy Eat World, which was like my 10th grade anthem (judging myself as we speak). Either way, I'm suddenly nostalgic for a time when all problems could be solved with an iced coffee from that place next to Falafel Express or the walk home through Central Park.

this is the story...

A brief history of me watching the Real World:
The first Real World I watched was Las Vegas (season 12). I was babysitting and heard that a girl from Hunter (Irulan) was on it. This was a salacious season. I believe the first eppy had hot tub makeouts. (Don't worry-- I had already put the kid to bed.) After that, I looooooved Real World San Diego (season 14): I had an enormous crush on Randy, and Frankie alone (who was dying and extremely afraid of boats) made the show worth watching. Then, i tried to watch Austin, but I think I got bored... shortly after which I left for college and no longer had cable access.

The new Real World (Brooklyn, season 21) consists of:
1) a transgender woman
2) an Iraq war vet trying to be a singer-songwriter
3) a gay dolphin trainer
4) a black beauty queen
5) a Mormon who everybody thinks is gay
6) a guy voted best abs in the Northeast
7) a girl who previously identified as a lesbian but now has a boyfriend
8) a white hip hop dancer (who frequently takes classes at Broadway Dance)

This is honestly the best Real World cast in a looooong time. They've gone beyond filling niches or just choosing the 7 hottest people and found extremely interesting people who have a lot to teach each other. But at some point between when I stopped watching and now, they made the show an hour, which feels uber-long. The other problem is that because there's not a structured format where every week is different (like in many competition reality shows), I feel like they just edit together all different parts of their living together and pretend it happened sequentially. So the episodes feel a little all over the place. Anyways, I really do want to stick with this season... besides the fact that the cast is great, there's the added bonus of them being in NYC and stopping by places I've been.

comftastic-looking

Is it weird that I really want these extremely long socks? I don't even like wearing socks all that much but they look cute for dancing around the house...

afternoon thoughts

You know when you're a kid and you hear adults make reference to things like "balancing your checkbook," "doing your taxes" and "having an orgasm"? And you're like, 'Well, that sounds like something I might do when I'm older, but for the time being, I have no idea what you're talking about.' Well, the time is looming when I think I'm going to have to do my taxes. And whenever something like this comes up (e.g. getting health insurance, paying off my student loans), where the grown-up thing is to just figure out what to do and do it and the childish thing is to pretend you're still 15 and let deadlines pass causing massive catastrophic problems I can't possibly foresee, I usually choose the latter. I feel like I've heard that April 15 is the deadline somewhere... can someone do them for me? I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I'm having a very CalvinandHobbesian moment right now. Gosh, can't wait for the mom-ments on this post.

On a completely different note, Revolutionary Road proves that even Titanic-size love doesn't last. It's probably better that Leo drowned before his whole life went to shit.