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Dear catastrophe waitress

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

a) Sara got sent home?  B. A. loney.  Yep.  She was gorgeous and could have gotten fatter.   Anyone who is already in the running for plus size could put on some weight, so send that stupid bitch Chantal home and let Sara eat anything she wants for a week.  Problem solved.

b) What kind of stupid girl gets into this position?  If I was reading a book about me I would be yelling ‘he. is. not. your. guy.’  Of course, if this was a book there would probably be a perfectly eligible lovely man waiting in the wings, ready to sweep me off my feet as soon as I get over this.. guy I’m in love with. I do love him though.

c) Nicola Griffith seems bound and determined to scare the shit out of me.  Seriously.  Fictional stories should not contain so many references to the powerlessness of women in the face of home invasion/mugging/rape/stalkers etc.  But I want to see how it ends.  I know this sounds weird, but I’ve not read a lesbian writer before who can make me see the aggressive side of lesbian sex, like heterosexual sex can have. 

d) I put my plate on the ground for my puppy chica after I finish dinner.  It’s our ritual.  If I had salad, and I happened to leave a leaf stuck on the plate, she carefully removes the leaf, places it on the floor, licks off the dressing, sniffs it, and moves on with her life.  And that is why she and I are soulmates.

e)  Do you ever wonder what you would do if you had a genie?  I know, first, second, and third.  And fourth, just in case my personal genie sucks at math.

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

Monday, October 22, 2007

So I just finished this book called Rebecca.  I’m trying to stay awake tonight and I am already so damn tired! 

It’s about a woman who is married to a man whose first wife was named … wait for it, Rebecca de Winters.  The new wife (who remains nameless throughout the novel) commits a series of faux pas orchestrated by Mr. de Winter’s housekeeper Mrs. Danvers, who is trying to convince him that he made a mistake marrying the new girl.

I have to say, the whole novel felt like something of a cosmic joke.  An inside joke. Just me and the cosmos. 

Of course, it turned out that Mr. de Winters killed Rebecca because she was a lying whore.

Huh.

Unhooked

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

 

 

This woman, Laura Sessions Stepp, just wrote this book.  Unhooked: How Young Women Pursue Sex, Delay Love, and Lose at Both. 
Basically, the idea is that women in their late teens and early twenties are, yet again, ruining the idea of the perfect relationship.  In the 20s the loose morals of flappers were the downfall of upstanding men who just couldn’t resist women in little skirts.  20+ years ago the rising pregnancy rates were the fault of young women who just didn’t say no when they should.
Now – our ‘hookups’ are warping our ability to form lasting relationships.  At least that’s what concerns Ms. Stepp.  She thinks we’re rehearsing for a marathon by sprinting.  While she never uses the phrase ‘be a good wife’ the implication is everywhere – how on earth will we have a successful marriage if all we’ve ever done is sleep with frat boys (although I support the anti-frat boy movement, based on recent personal experience).   She’s worried that we’re not  practicing forming emotional attachements because we’re so concerned about throwing ourselves off balance, affecting our friendships with women and our careers. 

I’m not going to relate this to myself.  I’m irritated with her for berating us for doing what men have always done, I’m irritated with her for leaving men out of the story entirely, and I’m irritated with her for making me give her weight simply by acknowledging her argument.  Obviously the first two are more important than the last, otherwise this wouldn’t have shown up here.

What I am going to do is give you my favorite quotes:
“Relationships have been replaced by the casual sexual encounters known as hookups. Love, while desired by some, is being put on hold or seen as impossible.  Some girls can handle this; others … are exhausted physically, emotionally and spiritually by it.”
“The bar scene is a guy thing. Young women would be better served by staying home to bake cookies, brownies, muffins as guys will do anything for homemade treats.”  (seriously? every time I read that I kind of want to laugh and hit her at the same time).
And my personal favorite: “I hope to encourage girls to think hard about whether they’re ‘getting it right’.”

This whole thing can be boiled down to one phrase.  Dr. Stepp?  Bite me.

 

this grownup thing is so weird

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

 

Friday, December 15, 2006

 

Is it not?
I’m expected t make these decisions and just never go back on them! I can’t keep a lease for a year, how on earth do I know what I want to be for the rest of my life?
Here’s what I’d like to do if I could do everything:
Be a doctor
Win the lottery
Have the same dog forever
Have 10 dogs and refer to them as my ‘peeps’
Develop a television show
Be an archeologist
Write a book about a girlie detective
Write a book about metallurgy
Be a vet
Visit the north pole (just in case Santa’s really there)
Join the Peace Corps
Join Engineers without Borders
Meet a stranger and eat a hamburger
Be a tenured professor of… well, anything
Convince the world that 5’1″ is the perfect height for a runway model
Be that person who does studies like ’2 out of 10 people think trees aren’t pretty’ and ‘being married makes you 12% less likely to run out of gas on the way to work’
Design Italian sports cars with my little brother
See?  How is one supposed to fit all of this into 100 years or less? Baloney.

*emmanation notes: I am now a homeowner and have in fact eaten hamburgers with strangers. But the question still stands. I need more time.