Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Here's our second pop culture blow off from the show.
Here's the set up, it's the World Happiness Dance. Delia wanted to go with Brian Krakow, but he blew her off for Angela. Rickie had a massive crush on Corey, so Rayanne came up with a plan for the three of them to go to the dance together, but she conveniently cancelled last minute. Rickie got his feelings hurt when he saw how bummed out Corey was about Rayanne being a no-show.
So, when you've been blown off at a high school dance in 1994 and Haddaway comes on the sound system...what else can you do, but....
I mean, the phrase "what is love, baby don't hurt me" completely encapsulates two of the biggest themes in every relationship (confusion and vulnerability). Rickie's dancing is priceless, but what I also love about this scene is the look Sharon gives her jock boyfriend...totally captures the longing of wanting to be with someone different.
Anyway, for all the ladies out there that are going through some guy trouble: do yourself a favor and give your best gay friend a huge hug. Sometimes they are the best pick me up. I'm talking about you, Jesse Murray.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Working at a restaurant on weekend mornings, I now find comfort watching couples who come in, order breakfast and chit chat in between sips of coffee while intently reading the paper. I used to scoff at this-- How boring! I once thought. Now I'm starting to understand (slowly) that a companion is someone you can sit still with and... not have to talk.
But I do like to laugh, which is why the TV is perfect. The true test is when you and your date can watch a ridiculously awesome show like GLEE and giggle at all the lame jokes about Mr. Schuester's jerry curl.
Then, MAKE OUT TIME.
I used to have fantasies of being whisked off my feet and going on romantic getaways to faraway places and getting wined and dined. But I've learned that I can do all that for myself-- it no longer impresses me. Remember Sara's post about her date with a dude who drove a BMW and made tons of money? I bet she would have much rather stayed home that night in front of the boobtube, watching reruns of (the original) Melrose Place. We can take ourselves out to dinner, thank you very much!
Of course I'm oversimplifying here. Yes, I want him to be intelligent, funny, generous, ambitious, blah blah. I could go on forever about all that I want in a man! But when it all boils down, let's just watch tv and laugh together. Doesn't that sound lovely?
Above photo: Terence Television via Flickr.
*Kayoko is an aspiring bartender currently living in the Bay Area.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
After a long and tenuous relationship, the Supreme Court finally did the deed and blew off Democracy. Now, it's not like Democracy hasn't already been getting the shaft from the other two branches of government, but last Thursday's ruling will officially put an end to the love triangle that existed between Corporations, Politicians and the People. Why? Because in order to get elected you need money --and more specifically, money to advertise. So what did the Roberts Court do? Well, they decided that corporations were having their first amendment rights restricted by having limits on the amount of money they could spend on political advertisements.
If you think that calling this the death of democracy is an overstatement, consider just the example of Halliburton. Over the past decade, Halliburton has secured over 21 billion in contracts as a result of the Iraq War. Now, imagine that in the next presidential election you have two candidates on the slate, one who supports war (say with Iran) and one who opposes it. If you were Halliburton, don't you think it would benefit you to throw a measly 100 million to run ads in favor of the pro-war candidate? How about Exxon or Shell, do you think that they'd have a stake in what's going on? Or what about media enterprises, don't think that their ratings shoot up during war time? Blackwater? Arms manufacturers? The Steel Industry? You get the point. Now, it's true that corporations had already blown off Democracy some time ago anyways, but at least this had to happen in roundabout ways, big wig fundraisers, third party front groups, bundled donations, and so on. Now the farce is over with. No more circus hoops to jump through. And no legal risks involved. Given that a typical house race entails only a few million in spending, imagine how easily the House could be bought. Even in a presidential election, Obama who broke all records for fundraising raised only $750 million. Perhaps the only plus side of this is that it will only make it easier to see the corporate money being funneled to advertise on behalf of candidates. But with us being bombarded by media-buys perhaps we won't even care then. We'll all stamp our feet, smile and chant "Just Do It" as our favorite political candidate tells us of the need for another war.
Friday, January 22, 2010
For guys that are too scared to tell their special lady friends in person that they're done with them, why not say it in a song...to the special lady friend's mother. Also a great way to multi-task: comitting the blow off, while confessing how guilty you feel about doing it.
This one right here goes out to all the babies mama's.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Anyway, a blow off that results in your ex and best friend getting together probably rates among the worst. But nobody does that to Brenda Walsh and gets away with it. Watch her confront Dylan and Kelly, while they treat her like she's the asshole. Best part of the clip is that Dean Cain actually uses the words "blowing it off."
Thursday, January 14, 2010
But before the advent of websites like Google and Facebook, us ladies had to get a little more creative with our stalking....
**Insert dream sequence transition...doodoo-do, doodoo-do, doodoo-do....**
.....It was the summer of 1996. I was fifteen years old and my older sister and her friends were all home from their freshman year of college. One of her close friends had just rekindled the flame of an old high school crush that she never got the chance to date in high school. They were both home for the summer and it was supposed to be the first time they could finally be together. But then once she got home from college, he started acting weird and distant. So, naturally, she drove by his house and saw a car she didn't recognize. She was convinced he'd started dating a girl from school and hadn't told her. But how could she find out for sure?
This is where my sister and I come in. My sister had the brilliant idea that we would drive to his house and park down the street. I would walk to his place, knock on the door, claim that I lived nearby and my dog had gone missing, and that I wondered if he'd seen or heard it. My response: let's do this.
So, we made the drive to his house. They parked the car and I made the one block walk in the dark to his place. It was at that moment that I thought "wtf am I doing?" The lengths I was willing to go to impress my sister and her cool friends. I got to his front door and there was no turning back. I knocked...
Dude opened the door with no shirt on. I gave the speech about my dog and he totally fell for it. Meanwhile, I heard a girl's voice asking him who was at the door. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
The walk back to the car was the worst. I had to break the news to my sister's friends that she wasn't being a crazy paranoid girl. All her fears were well founded. Sometimes it pays to stalk.
So, the moral of the story? Boys, do not fuck with us.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Anyway, there are so many great crappy relationship moments to choose from here, but for now we'll start with Carrie and Big's first break up. SJP and Chris Noth look so young and spry in this scene...it just makes me that much less excited for SATC 2.
Carrie opts out of going to Paris with Big and ends the relationship when he can't tell her she's "the one." Honestly, compared to other moments from this show, this break up is a total snooze right down to the jazz music. Can't wait for next month when we will share their break up from season 2.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
POP CULTURE blow off of the day: this is an incredibly romantic moment and you're ruining it for me.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
1 : used in the middle of a meal to remove lingering flavors from the mouth so that the next course may be enjoyed with a fresh perspective.
2: the first person you have sex with after you get out of a relationship.
I first heard of the term palate cleanser in Cindy Chupack's book Between Boyfriends. Chupack actually calls it "sexual sorbet" but that just sounds way too cheesy for words. According to Chupack, after a break up you need to "sleep with someone else. Sexual sorbet cleanses the palate and prepares you for the next course. After all, you don't want your ex to be the last guy you had sex with. You need to put some distance between the two of you, and 5-7 inches ought to do it."