Brad Womack- old school, country boy, charming womanizer, desperate to settle down with the "right" girl, who got an undeserving bad rep (and introductory slap from Chantal) for following his "good judgment" OR just a blind as a bat, typical male suffering from Blondie blinders, who thinks with the wrong head? You be the judge. I think he's just glutton for punishment of the worst kind.
So I may not be a fan of Sex and the City, but my husband and I do (well, did) watched The Bachelor every week at 8:30ish on Monday.* I had watched The Bachelor religiously for the first season then sporadically over the past 9 seasons. Actually, the last time I tuned into the Rose Garden, as I commonly refer to it, was when Brad was weeding his way through for the first time; pun intended...duh. I really couldn't decide if I liked him or not, but had convinced myself that he would pick Deanna, so I quickly sought mindless entertainment elsewhere (Hello, my fist pumping friends from the Jersey Shore!). Just Imagine my surprise when I turn on The Bachelor again for the start of its 10th Season and there's Brad again. Guess him and D didn't work out? Pity, but at least now I have a chance to get to know this eligible man and of course decide who I think he should end up with.
We all know the show isn't about finding true love or it wouldn't still be airing every week, since its track record for producing successful relationships (let alone marriages) is 3 out of 10. If that was really what they were all about then I'd seriously suggest that the give Patty (the heart wielding, kick you in the balls and tell you to smile Millionaire Match Maker) a little ring-a-ding-ding. However, that's not necessary because the show really seeks to provide Americans with eye candy and allow the viewer to determine who is so obviously in love (even though it's only been a few weeks, maybe even only a few days) and who is so blatantly a gold digger and media whore. Needless-to-say, I never shy away from eye candy or the chance to prove my match making foresight by selecting "The One" for somebody else. Watching from the beginning of this season, I actually really got into the whole thing (as did Rapha, even though he'll never admit to any of this).
To make a long story short and get you up until the last episode where the two final girls meet Brad's family we pretty much agreed on the following summations:
Alli: you could spot her grill from any space station and she could probably beat Brad in an arm-wrestling competition.
Ashley H: Damn Gina! Look at the T Banks 5-head. For someone so confident she sure needed a hug every two seconds.
Ashley S: Please tell me why at 26 years old you're worried that you're never going to find true love because you think something is wrong with you??? I mean, I agree, something is wrong with you but it's not being single. Give yourself some time to grow up, you are just too immature.
Britt: OMG ABC (and Disney) could you please give this girl a cracker. Please! She needs food, ASAP, there's a possibility for a gust of 5 mph winds to blow her away.
J, Jill, Keltie, Kimberly, Lacey, Lauren, Brittinee, Christy, Lisa P, Rebecca, Renee, Rachel, Sarah L, Sarah P: Who are these girls? The fact that I don't remember them should give you a clue as to how they fared on the show. But really...WHO ARE THESE GIRLS?
Shawntel: You're a sweetheart, but the whole Crypt-Keeper motif is enough to scare off Stephen King. You really have to get out of the mortuary...literary.
Melissa: Too damn old to act so damn childish. Good riddance.
Michelle: This girl is good. I mean not only does she talk shit, threaten, and manipulate EVERYONE in the house (especially Brad) but then she actually does a good enough job to have Chris defending her and her fake crocodile tears at the reunion. Why is it that the biggest bitches are the first to bawl when called out??? She was sooo upset about the reviews of her cast mates (which the ones who called her out were spot on) that she was sobbing....well, can you call it sobbing when not a single, solitaire tear actually falls? Just wondering. I wish I could cry so effectively...on cue. That might actually come in handy.
Stacey: You called it like you saw it, in true New England style. Can't fault you there.
Madison: Nice fangs! I was hoping she'd sink her teeth into someone, but apparently she was just a sheep in wolf's clothing. Such a let down.
Lisa M: Reminded me of a tree-hugging, go green girl, the kind that would enjoy walking the Appalachian Trail for 6-8 months out of the year. Way too genuinely sweet for this kind of competition.
Lindsay: The girl was about as self-conscious as they came. Always trying to hide the fact that she was bigger than the other girls and probably a fire crotch. Not-for-nothing, because I have the same issues, but if you want to compete, get over it.
Down to two: Chantal and Emily.
Chantal: Out of all the crazies, and Lord knows with Michelle in the mix there were some crazies, you seemed to be the most sincere. But seriously, how sincere could you possibly have been since you had just gotten out of the divorce and were madly in love with someone else before The Final Rose Reunion took place? Regardless, you were our pick, and I think Mr. Womack is definitely regretting tossing your butt to the curb right about now (given his and Emily's final interview).
Just to be clear, I'm on Team Chantal, but the Final Rose went to the girl who played her cards and the game the best, Emily. I gotta hand it to her, I really do. At first I thought Emily was the obvious choice that would be why she wouldn't win, because after already having gone through this process once, Brad would be way too smart to fall for the typical, big boob, doe-eyed, southern, down of the farm, prom queen, even with the addition sob-story, woe is me accessory. I mean she came in wearing a fitted black gown and went out wearing an appropriate and suggestive white one. BOY WAS I WRONG. He fell for her subtle theatrics, hook, line and sinker.
You'd think at some point he'd catch a clue. Okay, so her HS sweetheart died, but even if he didn't how many people actually end up with their HS sweethearts and are ACTUALLY HAPPY? Supposedly they were also not only deliriously happy but engaged, as well? I'm confused about that one, because coming from a Nascar infatuated family I know the Ricky Hendricks was engaged, but it wasn't to her, so apparently between the age of 16-19 (when he died) he apparently had time to fall in love twice, propose twice and get Emily knocked up. So much for all those values she pretends to have. I also love how she still can be considered a "kept woman" even though he is long since dead...did you see her house on the hometown visit episode? Nice, very nice. Thank you Team Hendricks, for taking care of your son's baby mama. I won't even go into the fact that Emily is also a notch on Dale Jr.'s belt...post mortem of ex fiance...so being at the track didn't bother her badly enough to be a groupie for a different sport. FYI Emily, if you would have gone for a basketball player, you could have gotten more air time on Basketball Wives. Moving on, I liked how Emily was so private and reserved with Brad and yet his family thought the exact opposite. I mean she did get to spend a few hours with them, that should explain why she was so comfortable with them and not with Brad, who she spent weeks with. It was so sanctimonious of Emily to accept the shared suite with Brad, only after acknowledging her status as a mother and role model, which didn't stop her from doing the dirty. Hope you're Catholic Emily, it'll be a lot easier to get forgiveness for that crock of shit. I wonder how Brad's family felt after watching The Final Rose Reunion where Emily shot down Brad, brutally and repeatedly, even going as far as to say that she would not be willing to marry him at this time, when they specifically asked if she would actually marry Brad, if asked. Finally, the only absolute that Brad gave all the girls was that they would have to relocate to Texas. I suppose Emily was getting her hair and teeth did that day, because even that move seems to be asking too much of her now; she is unwilling to move at this point as well. Not that I can blame her, if my baby's daddy's family was fitting my bill I wouldn't be quick to ditch them either.
I almost feel bad for Brad....ALMOST. Had he not been such a man and fallen for the typical I'm a blonde bombshell, heartbroken, lonely, lady-in-distress routine maybe I'd feel a bit more sympathy, but following your penis doesn't always lead you to greener pastures. In his own words..."Emily, oh sweet little Emily, well, Emily isn't always so sweet. LMAO." Ya think? How sweet can a woman be who will throw your ass under the bus all night long? And yet, you're the dumbass who put the ring on her finger again! Just wondering, but why would you give her the Neil Lane ring again, when 10 minutes earlier she said she wouldn't marry you or move to TX to be in the same region as you. Good luck working on all of those issues, living bi coastal. Serves you right.
Final Thoughts: Emily got a rose and ring, but deserves an Emmy for a job well-done and convincing performance of a virtuous, lonely, innocent baby mama, that must have been hard for a gold digging media whore. To Brad, I guess that final rose had some thorns, huh?
Thank God MTV has signed my meatballs and gorillas up for another season.
I would like to dedicate this particular post to Cuz Cuz, since she is the one who requested it. LOL
*Not by his choice, and yes, we know it starts at 8pm but we dvr it to miss the annoying commercials.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Preverbial Spring Cleaning
Good evening all...
So it's that time, again. It seems like I have created a tradition of sorts in my life: About a year after HS and College graduation I had an epiphany of sorts, of the type of people in my life, the relationships that I had with these people and the relationship I both wanted and needed to have. At that point, I took the necessary steps to preserve myself and sanity by removing the unwanted and unhealthy "relationships" in my life. I type, "relationships" because it has been my constant experience that in most of the cases of those people who I choose to disassociate with or cease communication, our relationship, if you can even call it that, had become one-sided. I guess I missed the childhood lesson where there was a time line on friendships or that moving away equates to moving on. I've always thought that any person I care enough about to call a friend deserves the best I can offer. I am lazy in many things (especially with going to the gym) but NO ONE can ever truthfully say that I am lazy when it comes to my relationships and friendships.
In fact, I typically lose sleep and am physically impacted by the mere possibility of conflict or problems with those people I care about. It's actually quite frustrating when I can't sleep and "MY FRIEND(s) can't get their head out of their own ass long enough to realize that there is even a problem OR they don't care enough to fix it (which if this is the case then they should have the decency to just say so). NOTHING is more disrespectful that avoiding a problem or person or pretending that it doesn't exist. It's both selfish and rude. I get the why and I've heard the explanations before, but that doesn't change the effect your actions (or in the case, the negative effect your inactions) have on the people around you. Your entitled to your own coping and defense mechanism, but if that is your constant approach to everything, then perhaps that disclaimer should be made, especially if the other people in your life, take the more active approach of a REASONABLE cooling off period followed by actual acknowledgment and action. Call me crazy but I have to agree and respectfully quote Elie Wiesel here:
"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference."
By his own account he was not merely referring to the Holocaust. That's a given. He was also referring to the relatively small things in life that people so easily put on a back burner or refuse to acknowledge. He was referring to those people who think that there will always be a tomorrow and that if it's not life or death it can wait. He was referring to people who claim to care about the people in their life but can't be bother to actually CARE about those people in the way that is BEST for them. For quite some time, I've been working on this, along with other things. I have been trying to find a healthy compromise.
However, sometimes the best solution is dissolution. Hence my approximate decadal relationship spring cleaning. It happened in my freshmen year of college. Again in my first year of law school. It's happening again. The whole process is painful. Painful in both obvious and obscure ways. It's hard after caring for so long to 1) realize that the majority of the time you care more for them then they care for you, 2) you can no longer live with that reality, and 3) they probably won't even realize you're gone (let alone miss you companionship). I purposely said "majority of the time" above because I understand that in every relationship, platonic or not, there are going to be moments when one person cares more or at the very least differently than the other and I agree, with most, that this is natural and okay. But, if habitual, it's damning.
To be honest, I have a hard time letting go of mere acquaintances, especially if they have not intentionally done anything to me, so you can imagine, how difficult it is to let go of "friends". I just try to keep in mind that it's not a true and healthy friendship if I'm the only one being a consistent and reliable friend. I'm not perfect. I'm not looking for perfection. I'm not always available but make myself available when needed. I not only believe but endorse what Tyler Perry via Medea says about people and friends in Medea Goes to Jail. He said it better than I ever could:
Comparing People To Trees----------------"Some people come into your life for a lifetime and some come for a season. You have to know which is which. I put everybody that comes into my life in the category of a tree. Some people are leaves on a tree. The wind blows, they go to the left. The wind blows from the other way, they go to the right. They are just unstable. You can't count on them for nothing. All they ever do is take from that tree. What you need to understand about a leaf is that it has a season. It'll wither and die and blow away.There ain't no need to be praying over a leaf to be resurrected. When it's dead it's gone. Let it go! Some people are like that. All the leaf ever does is cool you off every now and then. If you're grown, you know what I'm talking about, because you can call them in the middle of the night and get cooled off. That's the leaf people. They come to take. Then there are people like a branch. You got to be careful with branch people. They come in all different shapes and sizes. You never know how strong they will be in your life. So my advice is to tip out on it slowly. When you're going out on a limb, don't put too much weight on it at once, because it can fall and leave you high and dry. Sometimes, you have to wait for a branch to grow up before it can hold all of the things you want to share with it. Finally, there are people who are like roots at the bottom of the tree. If you find yourself two or three people in your entire lifetime that are like the roots, then you are blessed. The roots don't care nothing about being seen. All they're there to do is hold that tree up, to make sure it stays in the air. It comes from the earth to give that tree everything it needs. That's what relationships should be about. That's what you need, people who want to be in your life for the right reasons. If somebody wants to walk out of your life, you've got to LET THEM GO! When you learn to love yourself, you will end up giving standards to everyone around you. Again, I repeat with emphasis, if they don't meet those standards, you have to let them go, because they might be a leaf. And forgive them with all your might".*
So, as I previously stated, it's that time again. I'm letting "the leaves and flimsy branches" go and holding on to my roots, for which I am undeniably blessed to have. I've been putting it off with hopeful disillusionment, but have come to terms with I'm probably going to be better off, once I successfully distance myself enough to not be bothered by their distance. It's just pathetic that what some people do so easily, I truly trouble with. Like always, this will be a process, just hopefully not a long one. Swift and easy is ideal, but not realistic. I hate having to move on; I hate loss; I hate giving up; I hate change....but I'm looking forward to meeting new people. I'm looking forward to new experiences and memories. I'm essentially purging myself of what's been bad (for me) in hopes that there is better things and better relationships to come.
I would be remiss if I didn't thank those people in my life, that are actually actively in my life, and always have been, who I always want to be. Thank you to you guys (and you know who you are) that I have always counted on and who I sincerely cherish. I do have the privilege and pleasure of calling some of the most amazing people in the world my friends. I also must apologize to these people, My "Roots" because by being so concerned and caught up with the leaves and branches in my life (sometimes confusing them for roots), I may have inadvertently neglected you...which was never my intention, but regardless I am sorry for that.
Take home: Last year, I had 800 friends on Facebook...I've slowly narrowed it down to about 200. That same ratio applies to the people in my phone / life and I'm so much better for it.My goal is no leaves, fewer branches, and maintaining my roots, because I know I have more than anyone one person should be blessed with. I am clearly blessed. And see, I'm already feeling better. :)
*Medea Goes to Jail Clip; worth watching:
http://www.searchgate.com/Madea_Comparing_People_To_Trees_v5572731/
So it's that time, again. It seems like I have created a tradition of sorts in my life: About a year after HS and College graduation I had an epiphany of sorts, of the type of people in my life, the relationships that I had with these people and the relationship I both wanted and needed to have. At that point, I took the necessary steps to preserve myself and sanity by removing the unwanted and unhealthy "relationships" in my life. I type, "relationships" because it has been my constant experience that in most of the cases of those people who I choose to disassociate with or cease communication, our relationship, if you can even call it that, had become one-sided. I guess I missed the childhood lesson where there was a time line on friendships or that moving away equates to moving on. I've always thought that any person I care enough about to call a friend deserves the best I can offer. I am lazy in many things (especially with going to the gym) but NO ONE can ever truthfully say that I am lazy when it comes to my relationships and friendships.
In fact, I typically lose sleep and am physically impacted by the mere possibility of conflict or problems with those people I care about. It's actually quite frustrating when I can't sleep and "MY FRIEND(s) can't get their head out of their own ass long enough to realize that there is even a problem OR they don't care enough to fix it (which if this is the case then they should have the decency to just say so). NOTHING is more disrespectful that avoiding a problem or person or pretending that it doesn't exist. It's both selfish and rude. I get the why and I've heard the explanations before, but that doesn't change the effect your actions (or in the case, the negative effect your inactions) have on the people around you. Your entitled to your own coping and defense mechanism, but if that is your constant approach to everything, then perhaps that disclaimer should be made, especially if the other people in your life, take the more active approach of a REASONABLE cooling off period followed by actual acknowledgment and action. Call me crazy but I have to agree and respectfully quote Elie Wiesel here:
"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference."
By his own account he was not merely referring to the Holocaust. That's a given. He was also referring to the relatively small things in life that people so easily put on a back burner or refuse to acknowledge. He was referring to those people who think that there will always be a tomorrow and that if it's not life or death it can wait. He was referring to people who claim to care about the people in their life but can't be bother to actually CARE about those people in the way that is BEST for them. For quite some time, I've been working on this, along with other things. I have been trying to find a healthy compromise.
However, sometimes the best solution is dissolution. Hence my approximate decadal relationship spring cleaning. It happened in my freshmen year of college. Again in my first year of law school. It's happening again. The whole process is painful. Painful in both obvious and obscure ways. It's hard after caring for so long to 1) realize that the majority of the time you care more for them then they care for you, 2) you can no longer live with that reality, and 3) they probably won't even realize you're gone (let alone miss you companionship). I purposely said "majority of the time" above because I understand that in every relationship, platonic or not, there are going to be moments when one person cares more or at the very least differently than the other and I agree, with most, that this is natural and okay. But, if habitual, it's damning.
To be honest, I have a hard time letting go of mere acquaintances, especially if they have not intentionally done anything to me, so you can imagine, how difficult it is to let go of "friends". I just try to keep in mind that it's not a true and healthy friendship if I'm the only one being a consistent and reliable friend. I'm not perfect. I'm not looking for perfection. I'm not always available but make myself available when needed. I not only believe but endorse what Tyler Perry via Medea says about people and friends in Medea Goes to Jail. He said it better than I ever could:
Comparing People To Trees----------------"Some people come into your life for a lifetime and some come for a season. You have to know which is which. I put everybody that comes into my life in the category of a tree. Some people are leaves on a tree. The wind blows, they go to the left. The wind blows from the other way, they go to the right. They are just unstable. You can't count on them for nothing. All they ever do is take from that tree. What you need to understand about a leaf is that it has a season. It'll wither and die and blow away.There ain't no need to be praying over a leaf to be resurrected. When it's dead it's gone. Let it go! Some people are like that. All the leaf ever does is cool you off every now and then. If you're grown, you know what I'm talking about, because you can call them in the middle of the night and get cooled off. That's the leaf people. They come to take. Then there are people like a branch. You got to be careful with branch people. They come in all different shapes and sizes. You never know how strong they will be in your life. So my advice is to tip out on it slowly. When you're going out on a limb, don't put too much weight on it at once, because it can fall and leave you high and dry. Sometimes, you have to wait for a branch to grow up before it can hold all of the things you want to share with it. Finally, there are people who are like roots at the bottom of the tree. If you find yourself two or three people in your entire lifetime that are like the roots, then you are blessed. The roots don't care nothing about being seen. All they're there to do is hold that tree up, to make sure it stays in the air. It comes from the earth to give that tree everything it needs. That's what relationships should be about. That's what you need, people who want to be in your life for the right reasons. If somebody wants to walk out of your life, you've got to LET THEM GO! When you learn to love yourself, you will end up giving standards to everyone around you. Again, I repeat with emphasis, if they don't meet those standards, you have to let them go, because they might be a leaf. And forgive them with all your might".*
So, as I previously stated, it's that time again. I'm letting "the leaves and flimsy branches" go and holding on to my roots, for which I am undeniably blessed to have. I've been putting it off with hopeful disillusionment, but have come to terms with I'm probably going to be better off, once I successfully distance myself enough to not be bothered by their distance. It's just pathetic that what some people do so easily, I truly trouble with. Like always, this will be a process, just hopefully not a long one. Swift and easy is ideal, but not realistic. I hate having to move on; I hate loss; I hate giving up; I hate change....but I'm looking forward to meeting new people. I'm looking forward to new experiences and memories. I'm essentially purging myself of what's been bad (for me) in hopes that there is better things and better relationships to come.
I would be remiss if I didn't thank those people in my life, that are actually actively in my life, and always have been, who I always want to be. Thank you to you guys (and you know who you are) that I have always counted on and who I sincerely cherish. I do have the privilege and pleasure of calling some of the most amazing people in the world my friends. I also must apologize to these people, My "Roots" because by being so concerned and caught up with the leaves and branches in my life (sometimes confusing them for roots), I may have inadvertently neglected you...which was never my intention, but regardless I am sorry for that.
Take home: Last year, I had 800 friends on Facebook...I've slowly narrowed it down to about 200. That same ratio applies to the people in my phone / life and I'm so much better for it.My goal is no leaves, fewer branches, and maintaining my roots, because I know I have more than anyone one person should be blessed with. I am clearly blessed. And see, I'm already feeling better. :)
*Medea Goes to Jail Clip; worth watching:
http://www.searchgate.com/Madea_Comparing_People_To_Trees_v5572731/
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Sex And The City...No Thanks
Alright, in my leisure time, which surprisingly seems to be diminishing rapidly with every "great" self-improvement idea that I have, I decided to hitch a ride on the Sex And the City bandwagon. I admit that since the complete series box set has been available to own for about 2 years, I am a bit late. Anyways, my new favorite distraction (other than this blog, of course) is Netflicks and while scrolling the TV section (actually looking for JAG) I came across Sex And the City. I know it is hard for many to believe, but I can only truthfully claim to have watched 2 1/2 episodes...EVER...and both of the not-so-great movies. So I am vaguely familiar with the "Famously Fab Four." Before you ask, I only went to watch the movies because that was "The Thing To Do" at the time. I don't have a problem taking one for the team, occasionally.
So, after successfully logging in, I ordered the first disc of season 1, a bit miffed that it wasn't available to watch on instant queue. One day later, I'm popping in the phenonmeon expecting to see the 8th Wonder of the World. At first, I thought they may have sent the wrong dvd, because the first episode did little in the way of introductions, but okay. 6 Episodes later, I'm seriously considering whether or not to waste the free posted on round 2 (mind you, I'm still in season 1 of like..10, right?). Whatever. I ordered the damn thing. It comes and goes...way to slow.
Let's see how I can best describe my Sex And the City experience: a bunch of forty-year old, trying to hard, analyzing way too much, sinfully promiscuous women, with a warped since of style so outlandish that it reminds of what Sally (the 2 year old I babysit) looks like when we plan dress-up and she doesn't the outfit coordinating. I may not be obsessed with fashion, like I was with my wedding flowers, but it is not lost on me. Even foward thinking, high fashion can be admired (from a distance). To valididate my credibility, I am a 3 year + subscriber and avid reader of Harper's Bazaar, Elle, Marie Claire, W, Vogue, and Vanity Fair. I do try to escape the Florida bubble of flip-flops, tank tops and yoga pants monthly with those subscriptions. Just like with art and music, I am able to appreciate that which I have no hope of participating in. That should at least entitle me to an opinion, right? Good, I'm glad we agree.
With that said, what the hell is wrong with people? I guess I can slightly comprehend and sympathize with the late 30's, more like 40 somethings escaping the tragedy that has become their lives being fascinating with this show, but I'd like to think that my peers have something better to do? Don't we? I mean, I guess not, but should we really idolize these women and aspire to create their version of happiness, otherwise known as big-city drama???
I like drama. I like sex. I like fashion. I even like protensious people who need more sex, less drama, and better fashion (thus my infactuation with all of the Real Housewives of NY, NJ, OC, Beverly Hills, and ATL). But try as I did, I fell off the SATC bandwagon landing with a hard *thud*. Call me crazy, but I couldn't get past Carrie's mole (WTF...why in the hell did it take her so long to get it removed?); Charlotte's holier than thou indecisiveness and attraction to short, bald, fat men; Samantha's Prada and Prostitution approach to EVERYTHING; and Miranda's overcompensation for being picked on in school for being OCD, fire crotch, Teacher's pet, Have-to-be-acedemically-better-than-everyone because I was never asked out or invited to anything. I know real-life versions of these people and I choose not to engage, so why would I take away from my blog, my top 100 books I still haven't read list, DVR (full of BH 90210, Real Housewives, American Idol, Off The Map, Blue Bloods, and Jersey Shore), my brand new bicycle, equipped with all of the must-have gadgets (Thanks, Rapha) and Anytime Fitness membership (okay, I'm not really complaining about foresaking this one), but I included it just to show my other options???
The simple of fact of the matter, I think I am better off and actually more positively distinguishable for abandoning this terrible idea than suffered through, resenting every moment and mocking every fan. Although I can no longer say I haven't watched SATC (I can still proudly say that about the Star Wars, Harry Potter, Terminator and Lord of the Rings), I believe that with enough alcohol and advil I will successfully put that bad decision behind me....obviously having more time for this blog.
Maybe I'll even get up to four posts a day....well, then again I still have all those shows on my DVR...and NETFLICKS (who does, in fact, have all 10 seasons of JAG). :)
So, after successfully logging in, I ordered the first disc of season 1, a bit miffed that it wasn't available to watch on instant queue. One day later, I'm popping in the phenonmeon expecting to see the 8th Wonder of the World. At first, I thought they may have sent the wrong dvd, because the first episode did little in the way of introductions, but okay. 6 Episodes later, I'm seriously considering whether or not to waste the free posted on round 2 (mind you, I'm still in season 1 of like..10, right?). Whatever. I ordered the damn thing. It comes and goes...way to slow.
Let's see how I can best describe my Sex And the City experience: a bunch of forty-year old, trying to hard, analyzing way too much, sinfully promiscuous women, with a warped since of style so outlandish that it reminds of what Sally (the 2 year old I babysit) looks like when we plan dress-up and she doesn't the outfit coordinating. I may not be obsessed with fashion, like I was with my wedding flowers, but it is not lost on me. Even foward thinking, high fashion can be admired (from a distance). To valididate my credibility, I am a 3 year + subscriber and avid reader of Harper's Bazaar, Elle, Marie Claire, W, Vogue, and Vanity Fair. I do try to escape the Florida bubble of flip-flops, tank tops and yoga pants monthly with those subscriptions. Just like with art and music, I am able to appreciate that which I have no hope of participating in. That should at least entitle me to an opinion, right? Good, I'm glad we agree.
With that said, what the hell is wrong with people? I guess I can slightly comprehend and sympathize with the late 30's, more like 40 somethings escaping the tragedy that has become their lives being fascinating with this show, but I'd like to think that my peers have something better to do? Don't we? I mean, I guess not, but should we really idolize these women and aspire to create their version of happiness, otherwise known as big-city drama???
I like drama. I like sex. I like fashion. I even like protensious people who need more sex, less drama, and better fashion (thus my infactuation with all of the Real Housewives of NY, NJ, OC, Beverly Hills, and ATL). But try as I did, I fell off the SATC bandwagon landing with a hard *thud*. Call me crazy, but I couldn't get past Carrie's mole (WTF...why in the hell did it take her so long to get it removed?); Charlotte's holier than thou indecisiveness and attraction to short, bald, fat men; Samantha's Prada and Prostitution approach to EVERYTHING; and Miranda's overcompensation for being picked on in school for being OCD, fire crotch, Teacher's pet, Have-to-be-acedemically-better-than-everyone because I was never asked out or invited to anything. I know real-life versions of these people and I choose not to engage, so why would I take away from my blog, my top 100 books I still haven't read list, DVR (full of BH 90210, Real Housewives, American Idol, Off The Map, Blue Bloods, and Jersey Shore), my brand new bicycle, equipped with all of the must-have gadgets (Thanks, Rapha) and Anytime Fitness membership (okay, I'm not really complaining about foresaking this one), but I included it just to show my other options???
The simple of fact of the matter, I think I am better off and actually more positively distinguishable for abandoning this terrible idea than suffered through, resenting every moment and mocking every fan. Although I can no longer say I haven't watched SATC (I can still proudly say that about the Star Wars, Harry Potter, Terminator and Lord of the Rings), I believe that with enough alcohol and advil I will successfully put that bad decision behind me....obviously having more time for this blog.
Maybe I'll even get up to four posts a day....well, then again I still have all those shows on my DVR...and NETFLICKS (who does, in fact, have all 10 seasons of JAG). :)
Sunday, March 6, 2011
IKEA, Netflicks, Cycling, Sushi...
So is it moving up or moving farther away when your life consists of constants never before considered? I'm torn on how to view our move to the downtown "metro" Saint Petersburg area. It is more convenient to be able to walk to the movies, gelato stand, bay, beach, dog parks (there are numerous), pier, and various bits of edible culture, but the three-story window unit walk-up even with all its charm and unexpected space is still a THREE-STORY WALK-UP, sans central air and heating. Just saying. And have I mentioned we have two dogs? Well, we do.
Adorable as they may be (and there is no bias in that statement), they are two very distinctive "special" neurotic dogs: Emma needs to be the center of attention and refuses to be left behind; King must be walked at least 3 times a day and has no problem harassing you until you meet his 80 year-old bladder's needs. If you are reading this and saying to yourself "so what?" then I haven't created the most accurate picture of the before and after. Before our big, exciting, much anticipated move, all I EVER had to do was open up the door and wait for Emma to scratch the door for re-entrance. Now, we have to find the leases, get the dogs to sit still for 2 minutes, which always takes 5 minutes, then coordinate taking them down the stairs, as to not create the unnecessary and quite frankly, annoying, click-clack, click-clack of their well-groomed but still noisy paw nails. After our move we have to surreptitiously and strategically plan any outdoor activities that will involve the going down and eventually back up the steps.
I enjoy the instant access to culture and cuisine. And who can complain about being walking distance to practically everything with gas prices at the mercy of Libya ($3.49 and rising, last time I checked)? I guess I have more in common with our founding fathers than I thought, I, too, greatly value land...owning land, living on an abundance of land, being surrounded by land. I grew up on 80+ acres of land and have always coveted and dreamed of calling a quaint little piece of land my own front and backyard. I do into account that I am fresh out of law school, which is to say that I am up-to-my-ears in law school loans debt (a tangent I won't get on at this time, but can't promise not to bring up when my first payment becomes due), seeking Bar passage and admittance, and then the ever disappointing first legal job, so therefore I am not a prime candidate for any kind of mortgage rate (if any) worth mentioning. However, at this moment, I can't help but think of Langston Hughes and his poem that ponders the consequences of a dream that is deferred. For those of you who do not know of "Dream Deferred" or Langston Hughes, SHAME ON YOU, seriously. See below for your literary lesson for the day, but I reiterate...SHAME ON YOU.
Adorable as they may be (and there is no bias in that statement), they are two very distinctive "special" neurotic dogs: Emma needs to be the center of attention and refuses to be left behind; King must be walked at least 3 times a day and has no problem harassing you until you meet his 80 year-old bladder's needs. If you are reading this and saying to yourself "so what?" then I haven't created the most accurate picture of the before and after. Before our big, exciting, much anticipated move, all I EVER had to do was open up the door and wait for Emma to scratch the door for re-entrance. Now, we have to find the leases, get the dogs to sit still for 2 minutes, which always takes 5 minutes, then coordinate taking them down the stairs, as to not create the unnecessary and quite frankly, annoying, click-clack, click-clack of their well-groomed but still noisy paw nails. After our move we have to surreptitiously and strategically plan any outdoor activities that will involve the going down and eventually back up the steps.
I enjoy the instant access to culture and cuisine. And who can complain about being walking distance to practically everything with gas prices at the mercy of Libya ($3.49 and rising, last time I checked)? I guess I have more in common with our founding fathers than I thought, I, too, greatly value land...owning land, living on an abundance of land, being surrounded by land. I grew up on 80+ acres of land and have always coveted and dreamed of calling a quaint little piece of land my own front and backyard. I do into account that I am fresh out of law school, which is to say that I am up-to-my-ears in law school loans debt (a tangent I won't get on at this time, but can't promise not to bring up when my first payment becomes due), seeking Bar passage and admittance, and then the ever disappointing first legal job, so therefore I am not a prime candidate for any kind of mortgage rate (if any) worth mentioning. However, at this moment, I can't help but think of Langston Hughes and his poem that ponders the consequences of a dream that is deferred. For those of you who do not know of "Dream Deferred" or Langston Hughes, SHAME ON YOU, seriously. See below for your literary lesson for the day, but I reiterate...SHAME ON YOU.
Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load
Or does it explode?
-Langston Hughes
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