Friday, February 27, 2009

No, 34% of women are just that easy

I make it no secret that I'm a Paris Hilton fan. I don't really understand where all the negative press comes from against her. She gets paid to party, and she admits it. What is so wrong with that? Anyone in her shoes would take that job. What people don't seem to realize is that she is a character for the cameras and she does a great job at putting on a show. I see no shame in that and it obviously rakes in some serious cash.

On to my point - I just read an article about how 34% of women are likely to be intimate with a man within just 6 hours after meeting them. The person that did this study coins the findings as the Paris Hilton Effect. His reasoning is that "Hollywood and the media have really set the stage for this to be a reality. Every other image the average woman sees is of a major celebrity flashing their underwear or hanging on the arm of a different man every night." (http://news.yahoo.com/s/prweb/20090227/bs_prweb/prweb2191844)

I disagree. Why is it Paris' fault for these women being slutty? If 34% of women want to hop into bed with a man they barely know, it's because they are skanky and have no class, not because a celebrity is pictured with male friends.

The new LiLo?

Anyone who knows me know that I have a serious Lindsay Lohan obsession. My love for Lilo runs deep and I'll always be a huge fan. (However, I'm totally over this SamRo phase!!)

But lately I've developed a new adoration for another Hollywood gal. Anne Hathaway. I used to despise her (circa Princess Diary days), but after her big break-up and comeback from her con-artist boyfriend, I've developed a strong respect for her. I admire the way she carries herself and the strength she shows during what was such a humiliating time in her life. She's also become so glamorous in the recent years; always looking fabulous on the red carpets and in magazines. (I also like that she once defended Lindsay Lohan by saying she did all the same things when she was young, but since her life wasn't so publicized no one really knew. I love me an undercover party girl!!)



I'll be keeping and eye on Miss Hathaway and her future Hollywood adventures. Maybe a trip to rehab will come calling for her and then she'd be at the top of my list!!

Shoe Serenity Prayer

God grant me the serenity
to deny the shoes I cannot buy;
courage to be happy with the shoes I own;
and wisdom to put my best foot forward.

Amen.


It is a strong philosphy of mine that a new pair of heels can cure ANYTHING, especially a broken heart. Cute flats will sometimes do the trick as well. I have multiple pairs of shoes that I can tell you the exact reason I bought them. There are the "It's My 24th Birthday and I'm Old as Hell" heels, the "My Ex-Boyfriend Got Engaged" heels, the "I'm So Over My Job" heels, the "How Dare He Stand Me Up?" heels, and the list goes on and on.

Some girls love to spend their money on purses, but I just get such joy out of a new pair of shoes. They're just a statement to me of who you are. No matter the color, price or label (I say that because even Target has tickled my insides once in a while with their shoe department). However, last week I did something I never thought I'd do. I RETURNED a pair of brand new Jessica Simpsons. I love her shoes - they're so sassy, and I'm never let down with the selection. Very reasonable prices, too. Anyway, I had bought my "I Hate Valentines Day" heels.

Platform sole covered by the pattern, bronze, 4.5" heels - adorable.

Yet before wearing them I had this itching in my brain all week about how I don't need them and since I'm so poor I should probably take them back. They also weren't very practical for my wardrobe, but that usually doesn't matter to me when it comes to shoes. However, after mulling it over for days, I finally decided the smart, responsible (shudder) thing to do is return the shoes and re-do my bedroom like I'd been wanting. I almost cried leaving the store, but I had the extra cash flow to buy a new comforter and cute Audrey Hepburn framed photo to hang above my bed. Even though I ended up spending more money on the new black & white bedroom theme, it masked my sadness of returning the shoes.

Next up: I'm thinking a pair of "OMG.. I'M GOING TO SEE BRITNEY" heels. She's totally worthy of a new pair.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Cat Lady

On Sunday evening I was with three of my closest friends. It was the day after Valentine’s Day, in which they all spent with their significant others – one is married, one is engaged, and one just moved in with her boyfriend. As they compared gifts, dinners and wonderful nights they shared with their loved ones just 24 hours earlier, I held back telling them about the huge Valentine’s Day fight I had gotten in with the boy who they think isn’t worth my time. Yes, I’m still the single one. The oldest one of the four, and still single.

Single gals in their mid-twenties are concerned about one thing: their future. Their future pet, their future career, their future home, and yes: their future relationship status. There comes a point for single girls where we wonder if -- rather obsess over or in many cases assume -- we’ll never get married. Of course this thought probably crosses every girl’s mind a few times in life, before they find Mr. Right. But of course all of our best friends find him when they’re in or just out of college. And sure it’s so exciting to see the wedding of a best friend getting married, and it’s wonderful when the next person gets engaged. But when it comes to a point where every weekend someone’s getting engaged or hitched, and we still haven’t found a worthy date to take to engagement parties or weddings, we begin to panic.

The excitement for a friend getting engaged and married to her one-and-only will never go away. We never wish ill-will on those that tie the knot. We simply panic. More and more every day. We begin to name our future cats, because we know they’re the only ones that will be around when we grow old. And then we panic about when we’ll die at 90-years-old and no one will know because, since we never got married, we don’t have children to call and check up on us everyday. Oh, the cats will know that we died in our cat-lady-chair. But they won’t begin to care until they’ve realized they haven’t been fed for two days. Then they’ll start to nibble on our cold bodies. And it’s not until we don’t pay rent in our cat-lady-apartment (of course we’ll never be able to afford a house since we’ve only had one income our entire lives) that someone finally comes knocking on the door and realizes that maybe the crazy cat lady finally kicked the bucket.

I don’t even like cats. But I know I’ll have tons. And everytime I’m on the elevator at work there always seems to be a cat lady lurking, and she spots me. And talks to me. She probably senses my future. Maybe there is a club to join – after you get your 3rd cat they probably mail you an invitation. Activities on the weekend might include how-to classes on choosing which feline friend is best for you.

I’ve already got a few names picked out. They’re the names I’d love to name my real children, should I ever actually have any. I imagine the mouse-on-a-string toy that I’ll dangle over the cats to get them to play with me. I’ve even got the cat-lady-sweater hanging on the back of my chair at work. (Hooray for me, I’m one step ahead.)

Maybe one day I’ll have the real children and a hubby to call my own, but until then, my future children look furry and have four legs. They don’t talk much, but that’s alright because at least they won’t bother me while I’m watching my cat-lady shows at night.

Definition of a Spinster

spin⋅ster [noun] -

1. a woman still unmarried beyond the usual age of marrying.
2. Chiefly Law. a woman who has never married.
3. a woman whose occupation is spinning.

According to the dictionary, a 'spinster' is one of the three nouns mentioned above. My occupation holds no value to the gym, so clearly #3 is out of the question. I haven't yet married, but life isn't over so #2 is not exactly the definition I'm going for either. However, I am a single gal in my twenties, of the marrying age, and have no potential suitors at the current moment. So, according to Merriam-Webster I am, in fact, a spinster.

Welcome to the life, love, trials and tribulations of yours truly.