Thursday, July 30, 2009
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"Holy Blog Of Doom, Batman! I just got slapped with a wet salmon - really - I have not updated this since they invented sliced bread... You would not believe the fairy dust I have to clean up. I hope they bring chocolate!.
I am lost in a sea of pseudo-olde-english with only your readership as life preserver, a ticking crocodile, just generally being Snow White to the secret service, my day starts with the dawn patrol from the second I am woken by murderous Teletubbies to till I fall into bed at midnight. I am wearing my budgie smugglers. it will be fun fun fun till they take my TBird away.
I go, my lords and ladies; just think of me as I battle mine enemies. You wanna test me? Don't hold your breath though, you're likely to turn blue.."
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I usually avoid the “relationship questions from readers” sections in magazines because I almost always completely disagree with the response. Mainstream mags directed at teenage audience are particularly guilty of encouraging girls to ease off their stances, over-justify their reactions, and employ short-term solutions to their relationship problems. In other words, we’re building a new generation of Stepford wives who are falsely empowered by what they think they are doing to manipulate men.
One particular website, which I won’t name, was answering reader questions with topics like “I’m upset that my boyfriend has all these ‘just friends’ girls writing flirty messages on his FaceBook page” and “I like this girl at work but I might become her supervisor soon, can I still go for it?” And as I was reading it, I couldn’t help thinking about how I would answer questions like that. But as I continued reading, I realized that I probably would have two answers to every single topic.
See, here’s my secret – I’ve got the Good Girl/Bad Girl Approach.
The Good Girl, like the good cop, always tries to make nice and work things out. The Good Girl is the sweet, understanding relationship-type that always stands firmly but calmly on her stance. If you can’t articulate your feelings about a situation in a cool, collected manner then you are probably overreacting to something. Of course it’s fair to get caught up in the moment but if you can’t say what’s at the root of the problem then there is no point in addressing the surface of it. Tell him that it bothers you that he appears to be flirting online because he’s giving off the wrong impression. If you’re going to be together (always work the "we" angle), then his behavior in all respects should reflect how he feels about you.
But the Bad Girl, she wants to play the game too. She doesn’t care how it hurts the relationship, or lack thereof, in the long run because the battle is more important than the war. She can react however she wants because it’s simply how she feels and why should she have to compromise for him? Play his game in your court, don’t give him the advantage. He flirts online with others, you flirt in person with others. “That’s just how you are. It doesn’t mean anything.” See how he likes that.
The compromise. It is almost always a compromise between the two above extremes. Let me tell you, that FaceBook question – I think it was ridiculous to begin with and poorly answered to end with. Yes, she had the right to be upset but no, demanding his login name and password is not the way to “prove” that it was harmless flirting. Yes, she should state her opinion calmly instead of screaming but no, giving him a taste of his own medicine is not going to change his mind or behavior, at least not in a healthy and productive way.
I'm really both the Good Girl and the Bad Girl. I commit myself wholely to making a relationship fully long-term functional but I also did the full dating scene. Plus, I'm a huge Sex and the City fan. You don't watch that show without developing a lot of opinions about dating, relationships, and sex.
I’ve always wanted to answer relationship questions, but I think most people find me to be entirely too blunt. What do you think? Should I pull some questions from dating websites and give the answers a Good Girl/Bad Girl revamp? Answer them my own way? If you'd like to see it, leave a comment and I'll review the responses!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Shanna took the How GIRLY Are You? quiz and got the result: 0% Girly..0% Girly: You are all man and no girl."
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Yesterday, I went shopping for a new pair of jeans. It's been a while since the last time I bought new jeans so I was really uncertain about my size. I got my second very pleasant surprise when I found out that I was, once again, a size 3. (My first very pleasant surprise came last week while cleaning my closet, where I happily found a pair of size 7 shorts that were now too big for me.)
I excitedly exclaimed to my friend, who had come along for the ride, that it felt good to be a size 3 again. She (mostly jokingly) flipped me off in response.
As I returned to the dressing room to change back into my own clothes, I had to wonder… “What changed?” This friend was a girl from high school who once shared my problem of not being able to find size 0 pants in a sufficiently petite length.
I was one of those people in high school that could eat whatever she wanted and never gained a pound. Once I hit 20, my jet-engine metabolism turned into a little water wheel machine. Everything I ate went straight to my hips. Unwilling to admit defeat to biology, I rejected the ideas of changing my diet and taking up regular exercise on the simple basis of never needing them before. But when I went up yet another size, I realized it wasn’t just me filling out anymore… I was just plain getting fat. I just wasn’t who I used to be and I needed to adapt.
Even though I still don’t exercise as much as I ought to, I’m extremely content with the changes I’ve made to my diet. I rarely eat anything fried, almost never drink soda (usually opting for water), and frequently choose vegetarian options. I cook at home often, using olive oil instead of corn oil and trying to make things from scratch.
A couple months ago, I went to In’N’Out and ordered myself a Double Double with animal-style fries and a vanilla shake, since I so rarely went there to eat. Halfway through my burger, I realized that the milkshake really wasn’t cutting it as far as thirst-quenching went. Then I thought, “I really just want some water to wash this down. Why did I even buy that milkshake?”
That’s when I knew that I had become a changed person.
“We first make our habits, and then our habits make us." -John Dryden
“We first make our habits, and then our habits make us." -John Dryden
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
I've sort of have a reputation for being fantastic at collecting free stuff. And I am finding all sorts of fun little things that are just really not worth keeping. For the first couple of seconds I see it, I think "oooh, that's neat/cool/awesome/etc." Then I drop it in a bag, take it home, stick in a drawer, and completely forget about it until the next time I've dug it out during a cleaning attempt.
Among the notable "treasures" dug up so far, I've discovered a light-up yo-yo, juggling balls, several frisbees, bottle openers, and about a dozen stress balls (how appropriate).
I am so tired of having so much stuff that I don't use. I really don't know why I have it. One of my solutions was to throw all the stuff in a box and stick it in the hallway of the apartment complex with a sign saying that everything was free and in good working condition. (The free pens all went really fast.)
I've gotten to the point where I would just rather be free of all the stuff than think "what if I need it/want to use it someday" or consider the sunk cost of the item. Those thoughts weight me down. These novelty things are so useless. So I am endeavoring to part ways with all of them.