Caught a break in the day, decided to write

So, I'm waiting for tech support to fix an issue with a database so that I can keep on doing my monkey day job and I thought I'd come back to my old friend, the personal blog, to just diddle around with my thoughts.

I have to say I used to look down on blogging as much as any non blogger, but as someone with a compulsion to write down my ideas this has been a great outlet. My friends and family should thank the blogging revolution as it gives them a break from having to be innundated with my randomness.

I'm writing a blog/articles for an online fashion magazine and it's cool, but I got in some trouble when a certain designer's PR people didn't like reading about how I was pretty sure said designer's face was filled with bobo (botulism virus). In all fairness, it was a little gossipy and not the right venue to say that in. So, I rewrote the damn thing and stated why I thought the designer just wasn't a very good one. Based on her work, of course. Anyway, it's nice to be able to say whatever I want here. Like I can just write fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, over and over again. Or, I can say, it is my personal opinion (and not that of my readers) that Tory Burch has a frozen twenty-year-old face in a 40-something year old body. Whatever.

On that note, I CANNOT wait to start aging as ungracefully as possible, and I tell everyone in my life that at 35, I'm using my tax refunds to get my first shot of the bo. Also, even though making fun of celebs is funny, I'm starting to think it's kind of dumb. I thought about taking down my celeb bashing posts but then I was like, "Why? It's what I was thinking about at that time in my life." And I do have a greater purpose in mind, sort of. I just think people should admire other people for what they do and what they're famous for, rather than deifying what they say, b/c most of it is retarded. Like Whitney Port has so far been a kind of laughable reality TV "star", but she just presented her first fashion collection, which actually has merit. Let's give homage to that, but not assume that Ms. Port is also qualified to be a head of state -- is all I'm saying.

Let's see...what else. I really need to find a way to make more money.

Anti-kindle update

Or, I suppose you could say it's a pro itunes/iphone update? IDK. I just downloaded an application called Eucalyptus for $9.99. And I have access to not one, two, or twenty three books...I have access to 20,000. I did not type that incorrectly. This is made possible from a nonprofit organization, which has compiled and digitized the greatest books of all time.

And, just in my personal opinion, if you are like, "I'd rather read Dan Brown and Danielle Steele than classics," that's fine, I like an easy read too at times. But I'd say $9.99 is a steal to improve the quality of your life, which I guarantee reading the great novels will do.

I love that Whitney Port

Wears ridiculous things.

Let's Talk Shit

Recently, I've been in a few conversations (and I suppose as a girl am perpetually in them) where a person is talking about another person and I can tell they are either sugar coating what they think and want to say, or if they just can't control themselves start making excuses for their rant. They'll say something like, "I'm not talking shit, but...I don't want to gossip, it's just that...I really like so-and-so, don't get me wrong..." to those of you, myself included, who are guilty of this practice, shut the fuck up. Seriously.

This "gossip" phobia is nothing more than an archaic leftover of our puritanical beginnings. I have similar feelings about jealousy and how we're made to feel guilty over it. We either hide it away or are forced to uncomfortably treat is as a joke. Jealousy happens, arguments happen, feelings get hurt, your opinion of people you care for goes up and down. And guess what? With these fluctuations comes the need to express those feelings. So, we've created a wonderful euphamism for gossiping; you're not gossiping if you're "venting" instead.

Is it really wrong to express a negative opinion about someone you know, to another person, provided it's true? A.) they'll either never know about it, or B.) if your confessor tells that person, so what. Which leads me to another point. Not a single one of us is liked by everyone we interact with, we put out more annoying/bad vibes than we can imagine. Because of our own irrational fears of being disliked, we've decided it's wrong to express a dislike for another person. Trust me, you are disliked (and strongly) by someone, probably more than one someone. There can be only one universally liked person, and I think the Buddha and Jesus are the front runners.

I suppose my point is to say, 'admit that you think it's unfair that your best friend owned a maserati at 23 and you were still driving your mom's minivan. You're not "talking shit" you're being honest about your feelings. It's okay that you're jealous -- say so, seriously. It's okay that you think you've worked harder and he's gotten all the breaks. Say it to his face, or tell your girl/guy and if it gets back to him, so what, it's the truth. Let it out, and then, let it go. If he can't understand how he might feel the same way in a similar situation, probably not a great friend to begin with.'

In conclusion...this thing we have about "talking shit" and "gossiping" and even jealousy is ridiculous. It forces people to lie and fake their way through relationships and life. Don't do it.

And PS -- if we lived in a culture where it was normal practice to talk honestly about how we feel, we would probably feel the need to "vent" a lot less often. Being more comfortable with ourselves, what other people say and do wouldn't affect us so dramatically.

David Beckham looks sort of like a boy for a change. That's funny.

Charlize Theron

is hands down one of the most beautiful women, in terms of public figures, the world is aware of.

But is not immune to saying absurd things like this on set of a vogue photo shoot: "There is a part of me, as an actor, that comes alive when you throw me in a place." She continues contemplatively, "And I think Mario likes to shoot me that way."

Did I forget how to speak English or does that sentence literally not make any sense? Or maybe there is some sort of divine truth that Charlize is aware of that we are not. For example, most people, NOT as actors simply shrivel up and die when they are "thrown" in a place. Charlize has somehow learned how to side step this inconvenience. Or, Mario Testino likes to shoot her in this special state of livelihood, whereas he prefers to shoot others in a state of not being alive in a place they've been thrown into. Maybe, I'm still trying to figure it out.

I laughed out loud

One of my favorite blogs is http://www.gofugyourself.com/. The writer is hilarious, although slightly verbose, incredibly entertaining and just seems like an all around good gal.

I just read this post about Rick Springfield and had to laugh out loud. I hope it at least gives you the giggles.

PS -- I didn't know who Rick Springfield was until after the eighties were over, but let me tell you that when I saw "Jesse's Girl" for the first time I sure as hell wished I'd been born early enough to be in some sort of eighties Rick Springfield cult -- or at least to have watched him in General Hospital. That man defined sexy "cute", which is why I truly empathize with the message of the post below.

http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/go_fug_yourself/2009/08/i_wanna_tell_her_that_i_fug_he.html