Tuesday, March 3, 2009

seriously, what else am i going to write about today...


people all over the country have been talking endlessly about one thing over the last 24 hours.....the bachelor finale. now, unless you live in a cave or, unlike me, actually have high standards for how you consume your time, then you know exactly what i am talking about. i will spare you all my detailed analysis and personal opinions on mr. mesnick's decisions....mainly because i have been talking about them non-stop. in fact, i am pretty sure i have invested entirely too much time, energry, emotion and conversation into this season of the bachelor....unfortunately i am also pretty sure that that wont stop me from doing the same thing next season (yay for jillian being the next bachelorette!!!!). so instead, let's talk about how incredibly obsessed we are with these shows. obviously reality tv has taken over for quite some time now, but i really think it wasnt until these last 24 hours that i realized how strange a movement it really is. (by the way, is it sad that i'm watching biggest loser as i'm typing this...hmmm). here we are, watching these people develop relationships and make decisions about those relationships, something that is usually a fairly private process, and somehow we think we have the right, dare i say the obligation to tell everyone who will listen what we think is best for these strangers. it's almost as if we think we know them better than they know themselves (like really, weren't you totally creeped out when Creepster McCreepston came on the show and knew every detail about jason....but we're not THAT bad...are we?). obviously, jason, etc. have chosen to go on television and this is just the process and consequences, but it's weird, isn't it? i was reading people's facebook status last night, and people were just mean. but the thing is, (as molly pointed out during the 'after the rose' show) jason and molly and melissa, they are not characters on a tv show, they are real people with real lives in the real world. it is just so easy to get sucked into exactly what the show is trying to suck you into. while watching the first 'after the rose' within a matter of minutes i went from incredibly angry and disappointed & to finding myself 'aww'-ing and hoping things will work out when he starts talking to molly.....seriously? what the heck? we are so addicted to this stuff and it's a weird addiction. that's all i'm saying.

Monday, February 23, 2009

normalcy is overrated

have you ever thought you had normal conversations and then realized that...well, you just don't. i thought i'd share some of the random convo's between my mother & i for the enjoyment of all.....

me: did you drug up tess (our dog) again or is she just tired?
mom: she's tired cuz she kept going back and forth between us and your dad & dan. what can i say, she's likes her men.
me: dirty skank.
mom: she is.

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me: one of my friends is taking an embryology class & they are going to go look at cadaver's right? but not the whole cadaver, just the reproductive organs. that's weird, isnt it? i mean, what are they going to do, just have a penis in a jar? just floating around?
mom: now you are totally going to have dreams of floating penis'
me: what, like i'm just chilling and talking to someone in my dream & a penis just floats by?
mom: yeah.
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me: i hope you have lots of dreams about floating penis' (as i am leaving the room to head off to bed)
mom: do you even want me to go there? so many things i can say.
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me: it can be like the new miriska hargitay greeting from 'the love guru'
mom: may you have dreams of floating penis' (bowing down)
me: may you have dreams of floating penis' too (bowing)

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

cognitive disonance

so i'm getting really into fashion lately. i'm buying/wearing things that i told myself i never would. i finally gave in & got skinny jeans & footless tights and have started wearing uggs with skirts and over jeans....typical trendy stuff. which in and of itself is no big deal, right? (though my friends tease me and say i'm like a highschooler). but somehow i feel like i am betraying myself. here i am, miss social justice, wants to live in the ghetto, hippie and i am literally sitting in class doodling different outfits i can put together, or trying to come up with new styles. who is this person? what happened to the girl that only showered every 3 days and wore tried to wear sweats to class. my college roomate says that it is because i am back in california....as if there is some sort of magic fashion bug you get whenever you cross over the state line. my sister is the real fashionista in the family. i've decided that maybe i can live out my passions & still live vicariously through my sister....espeically if she goes to fashion school, i am so mooching off her sewing skills. hmmm....is there something inherently wrong with wearing custom-made couture clothing while living in the ghetto?