Speed game December 30, 2005
Spent an evening attending several in-hours and after-hours hotspots. Since I had already expressed my PUA status to some friends, I was under the gun.
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chris’s spoilers December 27, 2005
24, Season One, Everything but the last two episodes (this means that if you have been painstakingly carving out an hour here and an hour there to get through the DVDs and are holding at 9-10 PM, this spoiler will totally blow any hope you had of reaching a fulfilling climax to the season.
And yet you are strangely compelled to click on the Extended Entry…are you not?
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blah blah blah…
Today I was in the car coming home from Trader Joe’s and talking to Yosef on the “celly”. I was telling him an anecdote about my lunch date with a friend, and was being very expressive:
Me: So we said how people can have destructive habits, but that they have the power to break those habits, blah, blah, blah…
Dina: (sweetly, from the back seat) Mommy, what is “blah blah blah”?
Me: Oh…hang on Yosef. (to Dina) It’s what Mommy says when she means that everything else she would say just kind of goes with the general theme of what she already said, and she doesn’t want to bore Daddy anymore.
Dina: Oh. Okay.
Me: (to Yosef) Okay, sorry.
Yosef: (V.O., on the phone) Awesome.
Moral: Your two-year-old is listening. And she knows that “blah blah blah” isn’t a real linguistic phrase.
NLP or BBC? December 26, 2005
Check this out. Yosef says it explains why it’s so easy to pick up chicks at Great America (not that he would know).
Say the letters
This is a hometown edition of Got Game?
For those of you following, I have been loathe to officially call myself a PUA (you know).
Today/tonight/this morning, I am a PUA.
Stats are climbing like you would not believe.
I am predicting New Year’s eve dual induction.
You know what that means.
is this irony? December 25, 2005
Okay, take a close look at this hopscotch game here (you could do the “zoom/additional view feature if you need to…). I’ve accepted the sad reality that the “Disney Princess” merchandise has been highly sexualized, even beyond that of the actual films, but this is ridiculous! Look at Mulan! Look at her! The whole point of the movie is that she doesn’t feel comfortable looking like she stepped out of “Memoirs of a Geisha”, and wants to kick butt instead. Does no one remember the words of the immortal Vanessa Williams?
No, because while the movies are almost all about strong women defying sexist cultural mythologies, the merchandise is all about looking hot and getting the guy. Well, sex sells, even to pre-schoolers.
Proof that I was not overreacting to last week’s birthday party. Excuse me, I’m going to take my children and go live in a cave somewhere until there’s a 50s-like cultural backlash against our overly-sexualized culture. Then all we’ll have to worry about is getting addicted to the prescription pain-killers our doctors will give us for our “hysteria”.
demerol makes me puke December 20, 2005
Today, I had the distinct pleasure of having tubes shoved into my major orafices. Ironically, the “endoscopy” is the one that goes down your throat, while the aptly names “colonoscopy” goes “in the out door”.
All of the nurses and my doctor commended me for getting them both done at one sitting. Yeah, well, it’s not like I requested them, or anything. It’s really more my deference to modern medicine than my “hard-coreness”.
My doctor had me sign a waiver, just in case he punctured my colon, blah blah blah. He also said if the pictures of my colon were really cool he might publish them. I told him that was cool, as long as he didn’t post them on his blog. “I don’t know what a blog is. All I know is that it has something to do with computers, but I know this: anyone who will write personal things about themselves on a computer and think that no one will read them is stupid.”
I was going to tell him that it’s more exhibitionism than stupidity, but somehow using the word “exhibitionism” right before he was going to be sticking a tiny little camera in my tushie seemed too awkward.
I am doing something wrong…
A recalibration is necessary, I am not attracting the kind of woman that is worth being in a relationship with.
The whole point of this experience was to gain a confidence to meet women that would normally have been inaccessible. Unfortunately, 80% of these women are crazy deceptive.
To me this means I am doing something wrong.
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doesn’t anyone listen to “free to be you and me” anymore? December 18, 2005
Bassie and Dina went to a friend’s birthday party today. It was very cute. A dance instructor led them through a little “Cinderella” dramatization. But why did I cringe when she suggested that all the girls imagine they were beautiful princesses in pretty dresses, and the boys imagine they were princes in regal, princely, robes?
I scolded my inner tomboy: “There’s nothing wrong with liking to look pretty! You like to look pretty, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I answered myself, “But there’s something about idealizing it, suggesting that it’s the goal…something smells!”
“You’re overanalyzing, like you always do. They’re little kids!” I yelled to myself.
Meanwhile I’m thinking of telling my girls that if they want to wear the prince costumes they can go right ahead.
“Get it together! There’s such a thing as healthy gender identification. Just because you didn’t play with Barbie when you were a kid…”
“Okay, that was uncalled for, self!”
So we bickered for a couple more minutes, while my daughter’s thoroughly enjoyed twirling in their blue princess dresses.
A perfectly intelligent friend of mine once lovingly confessed to me that he would never consider dating me because I “thought too much.” I don’t know what he’s talking about…
hi, men! December 15, 2005
I wish I would have had this when I fell on the balance beam! I think the real problem is that girls are more athletic and active today than they were a century ago, thus leading to an increased risk of non-sexual hymen-disturbance (that’s a medical term). What a rip off for all those guys who, after sowing their oats until they’re thirty, want a chaste twenty-one year old who has not known a man.
I don’t understand why anyone would think that not being a virgin is something a man would hold over her any more than being a virgin would be. If he wants a power trip, he’ll take anything.
And I love the last part. “Look, I’m a feminist, but women have a right to have frivolous and unnecessary surgery performed on them if they want to impress a man. That’s their choice; and that’s feminism.”
