Showing posts from January, 2009

Hear Ye, Hear Ye!!!

I don't wanna ever even look sideways at any man who says, "I wanna...(insert some perfectly doable thing that this particular man will somehow find impossible, after many protestations of course)".

Uh huh.

Think about it. There is a difference between someone who says, "I want to...", "I will...." or "I'd like to..." Somehow people who use those declaratives actually do a few of the things that swirl around in their heads.

But the I Wannas? Not so much. Somehow, planning becomes an impossible task; making allowances for the thing that they "wanna do", a grave inconvenience. For them, I find actually thinking, planning and acting accordingly for their want, hurts their minuscule minds. Or perhaps they think that simply wanting something is enough. Or just voicing the want is sufficient.

However, they obviously aren't taking into account someone like me. When I hear, "I wanna..." I expect you to do some shit to make …

In Case You Missed It....

The L Word is Back and Trace is Scared

"Girl, did you know that lesbians look like us - or maybe we look like lesbians? They're wearing make up and everything! All dressed up."

So said Trace this morning, telling me about her adventure at a premiere party for Showtime's The L Word. I used to be a big L Word fan, but it got all weird, so I marginally follow it now. Haven't watched the premiere from last night yet.
"I know Trace. That's why my mom keeps telling you to wear makeup. People think we're lesbians."
"They do, huh? Oh my gawd girl. Here I am, living with Diana all these years.... People think we're a couple and won't admit it."
"Yup." head nodding.
"But Diana's not even my type, if I were a lesbian... I would never be with her.... I'd be with a president of a company or something...."
"Uh huh girl, you sure would."
"There's so many of them... What do I know, I hang with cute gay guys..."
"Well, think of it th…

Books I Added to My Library


Fione Man of the Month

Barry Pepper

I think I first noticed him in The Green Mile. He's been in loads since, mostly confusing folks - as he looks a tad like a young, better looking Gary Busey. But Busey he's not. Most recently, he was in Seven Pounds as Wil Smith's best friend married to a BW. You know how much I love that! Yup, he's a cutie. Put him in more stuff, quick! SAG strike or no!


Am I the only person under 41 who is not on Facebook? One of my oldest and dearest friends, we were roommates in Israel, called and told me that there's been a bit of a reunion from our group mates on Facebook. Loads of us are on there.
Except me.
Well, technically, I just deactivated the darn thing cause I thought it was boring. And don't tell me that was just because I didn't have any friends.
But, today, I got an email from one of my schoolmates and I'm impressed. She found the blog on her own. So....
Perhaps I'm not as anonymous as I thought. And maybe I shouldn't be.
Facebook here I come?
Can a MySpace page be far behind?

Vision of 2009

If my life were a reality show, and you were watching, quite frankly, you'd be bored out of your fucking mind. We talked about that as we assembled our vision boards this afternoon. You know, get a few women together, give them some alcohol and good food and the conversation ensues. The good conversation that is. We sat at Best Friend's loft, cutting out images of the life we envision for ourselves, talking about life. Talking about men. Talking about what the hell we think ya'll want; talking about all the shit we've done wrong, about all the shit we know we're still going to do (if he can't ask for your time at least three days in advance ladies, politely say, "not tonight," please). We talked about weight. About children. About money.

Oh, did we talk about money.

Who has it. Who should. Who doesn't.

Mostly, the who doesn't was us.

We talked about self help books (a list of the past thirty years found in one of the magazines). Sad …