Just didn't want this post to get too long. Check out the first half here.
8:30 Ahhh! Emily jsut admitted she was in love with Allison (she's the maybe-dead one). And says she likes "ballsy women." I can't take the punniness!
8:33 In a quest for emotional intimacy, Hannah's opening up to Caleb about her issues with weight. If they all start revealing their secrets in consecutive scenes...well...I don't really know what. But it seems like it's too easy.
8:39 It's wierd that Mr. Creepy is sleeping on top of his bedding right? But I'm glad everyone is getting some. Spencer curled up in Creeper's bed. Hannah's boning Caleb with a condom, so don't worry. Emily is making out in a bar parking lot, and cheating on her girlfriend. And, finally, Aria put on something slutty to go make dinner for her teacher. Not that I was a saint in high school, but damn.
8:44 Maybe I spoke too soon. Aria's date night was chock-full of questions about the crazy blind girl, Jenna. Advice: Act like a grown woman and communicate.
8:54 Hannah's mom is getting all passive aggressive SLASH actually aggressive on Caleb. Advice: Don't enable your daughter's hormonal rage. Maybe find a different place for him to stay? Prediction: She gets hot for him. Because she's gross like that.
8:57 I can't stand it. Who did Caleb call saying that he was quitting?! Does he really love her?!?
9:00 There's a god afterall: the preview reveals that it was Jenna. Who I will remind you is blind. Who Hannah slaps for it. Love.
Monday, February 28, 2011
And now, for something completely different
Pretty Little Liars is an absolutely terrible/awesome show on ABC Family. Tonight, I'm going to give live-blogging a try as I share with you the deets of the latest episodes.
8:00 Important backgrounds. They're all sexually confused and accused of something bad pertaining to what may or may not have been the death of a girl who may or may not have been a good friend.
8:03 Spencer just admited that she lied to the cops. And then they all confessed that they did the same. The cops have been asking a lot of questions about her brother-in-law who's the suspect in question. It also turns out that she hooked up with them, which all the girls just lied about. And now their old cop friend is being enlisted to turn on them.
8:04 That opening is confusing. "'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead," the closing line, is ominous,but then also inconsistent with the facts that form the basis of the show: five best friends caught in a web of lies, the meaneast one's dead/disappeared, and now an anonymous/ominous person is leveraging the dirt she had on all of them. There are five people, a gagillion secrets, and it's not even clear if one of them is dead. But they all look really pretty and have awesome hair.
8:09 Spencer, now appearing a bit suspect as her accusations for her brother-in-law blew up in her face, is being encouraged to enter therapy by her parents. Advice: Maybe talk with your damn kid.
8:10 Oh! Look, we're in a locker room was some hot, sexually confused high school girls. Wonder what might happen? Advice: Let's all face our demons, this time with more passion and some first-base action. Thx, ABC Family.
8:14 Hannah's been sneaking a boy in her basement. Like living there. And making out and stuff. Her mother doesn't seem to have a clue because she's an uninvolved and self-absorbed idiot.
8:16 It makes me uncomfortable that Aria's name is so close in pronounced so similar to "area"--like the zones on a girl's body that her high school English teacher shouldn't be touching.
8:22 Really? A blind girl sneaks up on her? She's carrying a walking stick and tapping it on the floor. #notbuyingit.
8:26 Hannah's busted, but is "we don't lie to each other" really the best her mom can do as a punitive line? She was perfectly willing to lie when she stole $50K from a customer at her bank.
Continued here.
8:00 Important backgrounds. They're all sexually confused and accused of something bad pertaining to what may or may not have been the death of a girl who may or may not have been a good friend.
8:03 Spencer just admited that she lied to the cops. And then they all confessed that they did the same. The cops have been asking a lot of questions about her brother-in-law who's the suspect in question. It also turns out that she hooked up with them, which all the girls just lied about. And now their old cop friend is being enlisted to turn on them.
8:04 That opening is confusing. "'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead," the closing line, is ominous,but then also inconsistent with the facts that form the basis of the show: five best friends caught in a web of lies, the meaneast one's dead/disappeared, and now an anonymous/ominous person is leveraging the dirt she had on all of them. There are five people, a gagillion secrets, and it's not even clear if one of them is dead. But they all look really pretty and have awesome hair.
8:09 Spencer, now appearing a bit suspect as her accusations for her brother-in-law blew up in her face, is being encouraged to enter therapy by her parents. Advice: Maybe talk with your damn kid.
8:10 Oh! Look, we're in a locker room was some hot, sexually confused high school girls. Wonder what might happen? Advice: Let's all face our demons, this time with more passion and some first-base action. Thx, ABC Family.
8:14 Hannah's been sneaking a boy in her basement. Like living there. And making out and stuff. Her mother doesn't seem to have a clue because she's an uninvolved and self-absorbed idiot.
8:16 It makes me uncomfortable that Aria's name is so close in pronounced so similar to "area"--like the zones on a girl's body that her high school English teacher shouldn't be touching.
8:22 Really? A blind girl sneaks up on her? She's carrying a walking stick and tapping it on the floor. #notbuyingit.
8:26 Hannah's busted, but is "we don't lie to each other" really the best her mom can do as a punitive line? She was perfectly willing to lie when she stole $50K from a customer at her bank.
Continued here.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
sunday funday
The Oscars are tonight and I've pretty much seen none of the movies that were nominated in any category. Except the animated ones. In honor of the occasion, I've decided to get a manure and pedicure, the watch "The Social Network." And cook something g delicious. I know the nominees wouldn't do that last part, but I'm no starlett.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Marry Me
I first I thought the Bruno Mars track that bears the name of this post was a sweet little love song. It's upbeat, and with the opening lines, you can't help but fall back to memories of feeling young and a little stupid and a lot too in love.
It becomes clear that he's talking about being a bit drunk as well. And hey, I'm not gonna say that I haven't been there, but here's where he loses me: "If you wake up and you wanna break up that's cool/No I don't blame you/It was fun, girl."
Come on, buddy, let's have a little more commitment, huh? Like not openly endorsing a morning-after annulment in the same breath as the proposal?
Don't know the song? Check out the lyrics here.
It becomes clear that he's talking about being a bit drunk as well. And hey, I'm not gonna say that I haven't been there, but here's where he loses me: "If you wake up and you wanna break up that's cool/No I don't blame you/It was fun, girl."
Come on, buddy, let's have a little more commitment, huh? Like not openly endorsing a morning-after annulment in the same breath as the proposal?
Don't know the song? Check out the lyrics here.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Femme Fatale
Britney Spears has a new single that I can't get out of my head. I'm not sure that this means anything abuot the quality of the music, but I just like to jam, so quality's really not a dealbreaker for me. You can check it out here.
Want my opinion? Of course you do. There's something a little to GaGa about the whole thing. And the videos of her old hits playin gin the background is just a little too strange, in large part because I miss that Britney. You know, the "naughty or not?" one.
But I'm content to have something new to jam to for now.
Want my opinion? Of course you do. There's something a little to GaGa about the whole thing. And the videos of her old hits playin gin the background is just a little too strange, in large part because I miss that Britney. You know, the "naughty or not?" one.
But I'm content to have something new to jam to for now.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Loving right
Once, when I was in the early stages of a relationship, the part where you stay up late and talk about all the things that you'd never say without the cover of darkness, I was asked what I was afraid of. Without hesitation, I answered.
"Not loving right."
Let's be honest, I probably asked him first in hopes that he would ask me so that I could say exactly that just to make sure I got to unveil that little bit of crazy in a safe, dark room. That's a chick for ya.
My father had this amazing way of showing my mother he cared in exactly the way she wanted to see it: presents. For the nearly 30 years that he was alive and married to her, he got her a present every month on the day that they were wed. Not too shabby, right? I won't regale you here with the tales of how he made it happen, but it's pretty impressive.
Much later, I learned about Gary Chapman's love languages. Those would be: words of affirmation; quality time; receiving gifts; acts of service; and physical touch. I'm not sure if I think it's a bullshit theory or not, but it gives validity to this notion of crazy that I've been carrying around for forever, so I'm gonna go with it for now. I'll also unveil that mine is words of affirmation. Just in case you, dear reader, later fall in love with me and are searching for the best way to make it clear.
It only takes a few moments for me to care deeply, but I have rarely let myself take the real plunge. Here's the tricky thing about love--and I'm not telling you this because it's Valentine's Day--it's that the people you love don't always hear what you're telling them. I can stand on rooftops or mountain tops, pick your cliche, and scream and yell until I'm red in the face, or blue in the face, or whatever color people turn when they're trying really damn hard (again with the cliches). But sometimes they can't hear you. You can slave over meals and kiss him for no reason at all and search for moments to look him in the eye and smile and buy lingerie and curl your hair. And even put on lipstick. Did I mention kissing him for no reason at all?
But if that's not what they're looking for, they don't see it. I feel this weight to make it known to the people that I love that there's this spot in my heart that will never be filled with anything but the way that they make me feel, a smile that I don't let anyone else see. And then there's the conflicting pressure from reality that there's no way I can ever make it clear enough.
It's like a tug-of-war that we're all destined to lose. But I'll be damned if I'm not going down without a fight.
"Not loving right."
Let's be honest, I probably asked him first in hopes that he would ask me so that I could say exactly that just to make sure I got to unveil that little bit of crazy in a safe, dark room. That's a chick for ya.
My father had this amazing way of showing my mother he cared in exactly the way she wanted to see it: presents. For the nearly 30 years that he was alive and married to her, he got her a present every month on the day that they were wed. Not too shabby, right? I won't regale you here with the tales of how he made it happen, but it's pretty impressive.
Much later, I learned about Gary Chapman's love languages. Those would be: words of affirmation; quality time; receiving gifts; acts of service; and physical touch. I'm not sure if I think it's a bullshit theory or not, but it gives validity to this notion of crazy that I've been carrying around for forever, so I'm gonna go with it for now. I'll also unveil that mine is words of affirmation. Just in case you, dear reader, later fall in love with me and are searching for the best way to make it clear.
It only takes a few moments for me to care deeply, but I have rarely let myself take the real plunge. Here's the tricky thing about love--and I'm not telling you this because it's Valentine's Day--it's that the people you love don't always hear what you're telling them. I can stand on rooftops or mountain tops, pick your cliche, and scream and yell until I'm red in the face, or blue in the face, or whatever color people turn when they're trying really damn hard (again with the cliches). But sometimes they can't hear you. You can slave over meals and kiss him for no reason at all and search for moments to look him in the eye and smile and buy lingerie and curl your hair. And even put on lipstick. Did I mention kissing him for no reason at all?
But if that's not what they're looking for, they don't see it. I feel this weight to make it known to the people that I love that there's this spot in my heart that will never be filled with anything but the way that they make me feel, a smile that I don't let anyone else see. And then there's the conflicting pressure from reality that there's no way I can ever make it clear enough.
It's like a tug-of-war that we're all destined to lose. But I'll be damned if I'm not going down without a fight.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Change of scenery
My mind plays tricks on me. See, it picks a mood, and all of the sudden, the same thing that was wonderful just moments ago becomes miserable. Here's an example:
Yesterday, I took a bit of time in the midst of Saturday errands and cleanings-up to curl up in my bed a read mindless chick lit. And it was awesome. I reveled in how smooth my sheets are and how uninvasive the soft light from my lamp is. Originally, I'd intended to read only a chapter, but I lost track of things and went on and on. And when I was done, I was in such a good mood that I settled in to do an ab work out, which left me feeling skinny and triumphant.
Today, though, I've just had a fight with my boyfriend after yet another disappointing date night (he seemed aloof, which made me sad, and I after worrying myself into a stomach ache that wouldn't quit, I passed out early, which reinforced his notion that I'm no longer attracted). Now, I'm curled up in bed reading Something Borrowed to pass the time and I noticed that there are definitely crumbs in my bed, the only sound I can hear is the steady stream of my upstairs neighbor's peeing (why is soundproofing between bathrooms so terrible?!) and the weak light from my lamp is giving my an eye strain headache. Did I mention how pathetic I feel for reading chick lit?
How is this possible?
Unclear. But I'm pretty sure that I'll find the answer a few chapters in, so I'm going to bear down and try to lose myself in the pages of the book.
Yesterday, I took a bit of time in the midst of Saturday errands and cleanings-up to curl up in my bed a read mindless chick lit. And it was awesome. I reveled in how smooth my sheets are and how uninvasive the soft light from my lamp is. Originally, I'd intended to read only a chapter, but I lost track of things and went on and on. And when I was done, I was in such a good mood that I settled in to do an ab work out, which left me feeling skinny and triumphant.
Today, though, I've just had a fight with my boyfriend after yet another disappointing date night (he seemed aloof, which made me sad, and I after worrying myself into a stomach ache that wouldn't quit, I passed out early, which reinforced his notion that I'm no longer attracted). Now, I'm curled up in bed reading Something Borrowed to pass the time and I noticed that there are definitely crumbs in my bed, the only sound I can hear is the steady stream of my upstairs neighbor's peeing (why is soundproofing between bathrooms so terrible?!) and the weak light from my lamp is giving my an eye strain headache. Did I mention how pathetic I feel for reading chick lit?
How is this possible?
Unclear. But I'm pretty sure that I'll find the answer a few chapters in, so I'm going to bear down and try to lose myself in the pages of the book.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
On support in relationships
In the Real Housewives of Atlanta finale, producers tortured us through 90 minutes of "is she gonna go through with it?" drama. Worse, throughout the whole season they subjected us to the emotional roller coaster of dating Peter Thomas, her now husband.
In anticipation of the finale, Peter did an interview that nailed one of my biggest relationship pet peeves: that to be supportive, you have to encourage your partner's every whim. I should add, though, that I hate many things about this man as we've seen him on TV and this is only a drop in the bucket.
Here's the line: "If I need her to do something for me again, she better step up. That's part of her duty as a wife...It's my duty as a husband to provide whatever support to [help] her go forward."
False. And, as a failed entrepreneur, I feel like he should know the value of learning as soon as possible that his ideas are shitty. You know what supportive people do? Tell the folks they love the honest truth, even when that's bad news. Further, people who try to assert that the only way to support them is to tell them that they're right are self-centered and, I'm willing to push that further, remiss in loving their partners appropriately. There's a baseline assumption that Peter's making here: his ideas are always categorically superior to Cynthia's. It's gross.
And that's all I have to say about that.
In anticipation of the finale, Peter did an interview that nailed one of my biggest relationship pet peeves: that to be supportive, you have to encourage your partner's every whim. I should add, though, that I hate many things about this man as we've seen him on TV and this is only a drop in the bucket.
Here's the line: "If I need her to do something for me again, she better step up. That's part of her duty as a wife...It's my duty as a husband to provide whatever support to [help] her go forward."
False. And, as a failed entrepreneur, I feel like he should know the value of learning as soon as possible that his ideas are shitty. You know what supportive people do? Tell the folks they love the honest truth, even when that's bad news. Further, people who try to assert that the only way to support them is to tell them that they're right are self-centered and, I'm willing to push that further, remiss in loving their partners appropriately. There's a baseline assumption that Peter's making here: his ideas are always categorically superior to Cynthia's. It's gross.
And that's all I have to say about that.
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