Congratulations Bro!

So I want to brag on my super cool brother who just got accepted to the NYU Masters Program! And me, the straight-A student, is very jealous of the fact that despite his not so great grades, he still made it through with flying colors, a testament to just how much of a stinking awesome musician he is!!
So congratulations Jimmy!!!

A Word to the Wise

For those of you who might enjoy the occasional bowl of granola for a morning meal or mid-afternoon snack like myself, let me offer a word of wisdom. Perhaps, like me, you might purchase the "grape-nuts" brand of granola. There is nothing wrong with this. But, perhaps one day at the grocery store next to that box of granola, is a more attractive "organic" brand of this same granola. You are intrigued. This is still not a problem. You pick up both boxes and compare the nutritional charts right there in the middle of the aisle. I encourage this behavior. Then, after much contemplation, you decide to purchase the organic grape-nuts granola for a change of pace. This, my friend, is where you have gone horribly, horribly wrong.
I know this first hand, because yesterday when I opened this box of organic grape-nut granola, excited about my healthy choice of snack, I found myself not with a mouthful of tasty granola but instead some sort of foul woodchip concoction.
Trust me on this one, should the healthy cereal that is the grape-nut allure you into purchasing it's deceivingly tasty organic product, do not give in. I repeat, do not give in. Not unless you want a mouthful of woodchips.

Just when I thought I didn't have anything to write about...

Ever have one of those days when you end up at your destination, but you can't remember actually driving there? I was having one of those days today, and realized it about halfway to where I was going. It seemed like I was watching my life through a camera lens. I realized there were tons of people around me, but we were all isolated in our own little worlds, completely oblivious to each other. I wondered if anyone else wouldn't remember actually driving to their destination either. So I decided to take a little peek into everyone else's world as I passed by. The first guy was rocking out to his radio pretty hard core. One guy was picking his nose (I didn't pass by slow enough to see what he did with it...). A few people were just plain driving and didn't notice the crazy girl next to them not-so-subtly spying on them. But the last car was the best...as I passed by, I noticed a couple in the front seats, the passenger leaning over to the driver. Upon closer investigation, said couple is making out. Yes, while driving. And upon even closer investigation, said couple is actually two females. Yes, females. Making out. While driving.
I decided I didn't want to spy on anyone else after that, and went back to mindless driving in my own isolated world, where no one makes out.

Writer's Block

So it's been unacceptably long since my last post. But frankly, for some reason I've simply had no ideas for anything brilliant to write about! It's not that there's nothing exciting happening in my life, but I just can't seem to find an entertaining way to write about it. So, sorry for the absence, and I'll try to get the creative juices flowing again soon. Suggestions welcome! :)

Blog Makeover

Welcome to the new and improved blog, tell me what you think!!

The Almighty Idiot Box

Last night I found myself watching the premier of “America’s Next Top Model” (hey, I get 5 channels…that was the best option). I watched one hour of the two hour premier, and found myself absolutely disgusted. First of all, because, and I say this in the nicest way possible, these were not attractive women at all. And I mean body image aside, I’m just talking about their faces. Not attractive. Not even a little cute. Maybe one or two of them out of the twenty or thirty girls I could consider beautiful, but I really expected that a national television show which auditioned thousands of girls across the country would have more impressive results.
But on top of that, not one of them seemed to have any redeeming personality qualities. Granted, I only got to know them for one hour, but I was audibly groaning and scoffing in disgust at the tv. I am of the belief that even the most unattractive people become gorgeous by having a beautiful personality, and vice versa, the most stunning women become utterly repellent with nasty personalities. And even though I tried to give them this benefit of the doubt, there was beauty neither inside nor out.
And as they strutted around in their I-have-bigger-handkerchiefs-than-that bikinis, very few body structures could I find appealing, most entirely too skinny to be attractive at all, and keep in mind the camera adds ten pounds!
And yet, something inside my feminine brain still looked at my own body and part of me compared myself to them, and I didn’t measure up. Despite my conscious and audible disgust, some automatic part of me still coveted this “beauty”. And admittedly, I worked just a little harder during my workout this morning. WHY?? How does this make any sense at all?? It doesn’t. And yet it’s there, and it exists.

No matter how content and secure a woman can be with her body image, we live in a world that worships the almighty idiot-box, and with that we allow the media gods to hand us our ten commandments that we should live by. Thou shall be beautiful to those who must look at you, and thy beauty is defined as zero fat, zero muscle, 5’10’’, and layers of makeup, hairspray, and padded bras. Thou shall make enough money. Thou shall be powerful. Thou shall be sexy and desirable.
Whatever that means.