singles

So, what is it about being single that scares the bejesus out of us? The loneliness? The sick feeling in the pit of your stomach that you will never again have meaningful copulation? Well, I guess that's not entirely true. But what is it that makes us so judgemental to other singles?

This thought particularly pertains to women, as is what I've noticed. As soon as we find a single woman we begin picking her apart to figure out her flaws and weaknesses. As if in some way we will find the missing chromosome to her failed relationships. However, more often than not we label this woman with her applicable handicap and predict her fatalistic love life for the next 20 years. "Well, she'll never get married." What do we mean with a tongue lashing like that? Who are we to play prophet to Cupid's arrows?

We hear her embittered voice cracking with intensity over the most recent lover who has opted for the friends route. She then proceeds to discuss her clinginess, obsessions, compulsions. But, she doesn't label them with such realistic tags. To her it's "affection" and "worry" and "necessity". Deborah Tannen was right: males and females do speak in different languages. And yet we choose each other to enjoy. We're putting our own heads under the blade and for what? A warm body, perhaps a personality, maybe conversation, something called intimacy, and ultimately, propagating the species. Ah, love is in the air.

Happy Valentine's Day

and so...the hangover

and so it hurts. and i'm sorry i grabbed an ass or 2. what's a girl to do? that's the story of livin' la vida lurv. it's a crazy fucked up world and you gotta be ready with your boots and spurs, digging into the ribs of this beast of reality.

alas, i am still a wee envious of the reading i went to last night. i miss writing for a purpose. and i don't mean the colorful post-it notes i leave on the kids' papers and such. i used to lie around in the grass at cherokee, lolling in my verbs and gerunds. so, as one resolution is pulling on strong, i'm adding another. to write! and with such vigor will i write. and the same vigor i will throw away several copies of "i love him with more heart..." gag.

to the writing table! but not before a yummy lunch with mumsy. smoked pitas!

the inauguration of the little ones

Here is my inaugural blog post. I haven't blogged since the days of MySpace and I think many of us have decided it's a breeding ground for demon offspring. For shit's sake, my alma mater had kids running away from the school after threats were made all over MySpace. That's whack.

And so on. I'll be using this portal mainly for satirical and writing purposes. And so far, you're my only friend.

eat your biscuits, bia.