Archive for February, 2009
so i’ve been procrastinating having to write this thing for work by reading stuff on the internet. and online shopping. and uhmm..smoking and drinking coffee and listening to pearl jam and soundgarden. i thought nicotine, caffeine and rock music would jolt me out of this writer’s block…but nooooooo. i’m still stuck! seriously, if you guys know how to string together words like cognizant of risks, optimization of growth, 2008 as the worst year in recent financial memory – please email me at email@example.com. SERIOUSLY.
anyway, since i have an easier time starting a blog entry than writing what i need to write for work, i got to read my favorite advice columnist cary tennis. cary is FUNNY. he has a way of being funny and blunt and actually, being pretty helpful and insightful. his most current column had an effin hilarious title -My fiancé put hot sauce in his used condoms. read to believe.
yes, i am a pathetic statistic of the female persuasion who saw “he’s just not that into you”. might be the 4 beers i drank during happy hour before hitting the cinemas, but i liked the movie.
the premise of the sex and the city episode, and subsequent book and movie, revolves around one thing – girls and girl friends, in general, are pre-disposed to be each other’s cheerleaders and will make up every excuse just to make each other feel better most especially about boys and dating.
if you get to read the book, it will probably make you depressed and feel unattractive for a good week or so – just imagine, all your “kilig” moments are all just coincidences and all the lousy excuses you make about boys not calling or not emailing or not texting gone to the wayside. and really, no excuses should be made – he’s just not that into you. when you really think about it though, the idea is really very refreshing. it just unshackles you from all the overthinking and self-doubt.
my favorite story is probably jennifer aniston’s, some of the other ones like scarlett johansson’s or that girl from big love, they were funny all right but jen’s story, and the way it unfolded, was painful and real at the same time – she was in a 7-year relationship and she wasn’t getting any younger and there still wasn’t a ring. not that ever happened to me (LOL!), but i don’t know…it’s this girl programming of wanting a big ring and a beautiful gown and walking down the aisle to meet the man of our dreams – it’s all contrived to a certain extent. it’s this HUGE overshadowing pressure and stress put upon girls of a certain age. it’s not fun, you know. why should happiness, contentment and the success of a woman be tied to a big rock and a beautiful wedding?
sure, the movie had its hollywood endings. kind of a disappointment, but you know, sad to admit, but even if we adhere to the basic tenets of the “he’s just not into you” philosophy, deeeeeeep down, we all want to fall in love like in the movies and we still want our happy endings. we want magic and spark. that’s just too hard to shake off.
nymag.com’s the cut gives me everything i need nowadays – models, the city and fashion. and the occasional boy-crazy babble like this entry about pacey err joshua jackson‘s front row appearance at tommy hilfiger’s show.
i am a firm believer that girls of my generation, even if they do not admit to watching dawson’s creek, have a little something for joshua jackson.
how many times have you seen mighty ducks 1, 2 or 3 as a boy-crazy 13 year old? i can probably recall at least 20 times when i was in 7th grade. several more times after that, whenever one of the 3 MD movies was on HBO.
excuse me while i wipe that drool off of my face
joshua is a lot like my other “wine gets better with age” guypal, george clooney(he’s actually more like the love of my life :p). although joshua jackson gained a few pounds here and there and well he has some lines now and sagging cheeks..but really, at our age, who doesn’t have that?!?!?!? he is definitely one of my most loved guilty pleasures and i’m glad i share this with the fug girls of the cut!
i especially love these bites from new york fashion week-
At Thursday morning’s Tommy show, just as we settled in for some celeb-spotting, the crowds parted, the "Hallelujah" chorus blasted, and tiny angels flew down from the rafters carrying a heavenly spotlight that they cast right onto Kruger and Jackson’s beaming faces. “Pacey. Pacey! PACEY!” we choked, clutching each other like 13-year-olds. Seriously, we were 30 seconds away from asking him to sign our Trapper-Keepers. Or our chests.
you can probably guess i’ve always been this radbid fangirl with posters of NKOTB or F4 in her room. LOL.
and to all my single lady friends who feel empowered(myself included), here’s a quote for the books..
A word of advice, Diane, from Beyoncé to you: If you like it, put a ring on it. Believe.
eyelovet! it’s all about The Secret, diane. and maybe St. Joseph, too.
as much as i love my fashion, i also love my food! anthony bourdain’s no reservations tour of the philippines. yay!
get your own here.