Finkie's Thought Corner...

My Countdown To 2009

2008-12-31T11:30:00.000-08:00

Well, in just a few hours 2008 will be officially over and since I haven't written a blog in a while, it seems like a good time to write one. As much as I am excited to partake in tonight's festivities (wherever I end up being) and ringining in the new year as intoxicated as possible, I'm actually not really looking forward to 2009. This time next year I'll be a college grad probably broke and jobless pondering the fate of my adulthood. In the upcomming months I will also be forced to find a summer internship and figure out where the hell I'm going to live.

However, rather than freaking out about the upcomming year, I should be reflecting on the year that has passed. That being said, I thought it would be fun to countdown the 10 biggest events that made 2008 the crazy year it was...(not in order of importance):

#1. Loosing both my jobs and being completely unemployed for the first time since I was like 16.

#2. Being screwed over by Compass North Realty and having to live in hotels for about 2 months before moving into my current sweet-ass pad in the middle of the semester.

#3. Meeting and moving in with 3 girls I didn't know and actually becomming friends with them all.

#4. Making the dean's list (with a rather impressive 3.77 GPA...hell yea).

#5. Getting my first internship at Philadelphia Style Magazine and it actually being pretty awesome.

#6. Meeting fellow intern, Kat who I became good friends with after we spent the whole summer together having a blast.

#7. Entering my senior year of college (it just feels good being an upperclassman)

#8. The Phillies winning the World Series...an event I will always remember as it was the first time I ever got to witness a Philly team win a championship and witness/partake in a city-wide riot/celebration.

#9. Finally turning 21! Enough said really.

#10. Barack Obama being elected president/voting for the first time. I've never gotten so invested in an election or politics for that matter. And never did I think a black man would be president this early in my lifetime. Also, with Bush leaving office in just a few weeks, I guess you could say it'll be the first big highlight of my life in 2009.

Oh, the year that was.

I should probably start looking into adoption now...

2008-09-30T16:10:00.000-07:00

...because it appears that there's many lonely and bitter years ahead of me. I mean, if I'm not dating material now then what's the chance a guy is ever gonna stick around with me that long after conception?

Just a thought.

Single And Ready To Mingle?

2008-08-19T11:45:00.000-07:00

I realize that I'm in my prime dating age. I'm about to turn 21 and start hitting bars where I hear swarms of intoxicated men will be buying me drinks in hopes of lowering my innerbitions enough to make some bad decisions with them. Boy, can't wait.

However, every year I seem to grow more weary of the single life but also increasingly annoyed with the opposite sex. I remember the good old days in middle school when I told guys to go fuck themselves everytime they commented on how big my boobs were. I remain today just as rigid towards guys and their sexual advances but only because they're usually from an elderly black man, drunk frat guy, or weird mutant I just don't want talking to me. Nevertheless, I'm constantly on the prowl.

Surely it's too early for me to start worrying that I'm destined to end up a lonely, career-driven, cat-owning thirty-something but it does seem very likely. Even at my tender age, I can confidently say that I've already had some pretty lousy luck when it comes to dating or just guys in general. I fell in love when I was 16. For real. About two years later, my heart got broken, I cried for weeks, stopped eating. Not long after that, it turned into a soap opera drama that I can't even begin to discuss. Let's just say it involed some infidelity, confessions of undying love, tears, and sexual frustration. That actually sums it up pretty well.

It's now been almost 4 years and despite my better judgement, I have yet to let my first love go. But since then, my dating life has gone as followed...a month-long relationship (I got dumped), an unoffical two month-long relationship with I guy I didn't like, a week-long romance that ended with a drunken disaster, and one simple crush. Exciting huh?

So indeed it may be too early in the game to swear off guys completely but becoming a nun doesn't sound all that bad. I mean, I practically already have an invisible chasity belt. If only I didn't have to devote my life to God. Couldn't I just devote it to something else? Minus the terrible uniforms and the no booze, no sex, no cursing rule, a convent is basically a cool sorority. Perhaps I should start my own less restrictive convent where women can simply devote their lives to sisterhood, fun, and masterbation. It just sounds like a better alternative to spending your life despretly trying to be the object of some guy's affection and chasing some fairy tale that you've been creating since you were 12 years old. Plus, I'm assuming it's easier then trying to become a lesbian.

bummed :(

2008-08-15T17:45:00.000-07:00

So, I just got back yesterday from my mini vacation at Timberline Lake Camping Resort in New Gretna, N.J with my friend Kat. I had an amazing time but now I'm back to reality and it totally sucks.

For starters, I had to say goodbye to Kat who was only here this summer and moves back to upstate New York tomorrow. I seriously don't know what I would have done this summer if I hadn't met her. We became good friends in just a few weeks. I only have a few close girl friends and none that I really talk to or see that often so it really hurts knowing that she's not going to be around all the time anymore. I'm now bored and friendless once again. There's only like 3 weeks left of summer before I start school again and I'm just hoping the time goes by as fast as possible. The only thing I have left to look forward to is finally moving into my house which apparently will still be under construction then.

It's a Friday night and I'm sitting alone in my hotel room about to cry. Boy this sucks. Maybe if I wish real hard, I'll wake up and it'll be September.

Farewell Sydenham St.

2008-07-30T07:00:00.000-07:00

In less then 48 hours, I will be loading all of my belongings into my dad's van, bidding my North Philly rowhome adieu, and temporarily relocating to the Comfort Inn downtown. As much as I've been dying to get out of this shit-hole I've called home for the past year, I'm feeling a little emotional now that the time has come. There's some things that I'll miss and a lot more that I wont. To name a few...

What I'll Miss: only having a 10-20 minute walk to class everyday, being able to get a guy's opinion on my outfit if need be, listening to Mason rap when he thinks no one is home, his speeches about how Jay-Z is the greatest rapper of all time, him coming into my room for my advice on his daily attire, and of course, his always fruitful supply of weed. I'll also miss my late night chats with Hardley, his dose of optimism in my life, his updates on frat-life, and his in-house bartending service.

What I Won't Miss: the centipede infestation (may they all burn in hell), constantly having to follow my roomates around turning off lights and heaters, never having a clean dish, the neighborhood gang of evil/rabbies-afflicted stray cats, the creepy guy around the corner who told me I have sexy feet, cleaning the never ending accumulation of soap scum in the tub and shit stains in (and on) the toilet, the mouse (or possible mice) that haunted me for weeks and did permanent mental damage, my food always going missing mysteriously, the ghastly smell that permeates the entire house whenever Hardley takes a shit, getting raped by Comcast and PECO every month, sweating like a pig all day with my crappy box fan being my only source of relief, listening to that bitch with the annoying voice downstairs into the wee hours of the night, and just being disgusted every time I walked in my house.

Well, it's time to move on. I survived living with two guys for a year and learned that I never want to do it again. Either way, it was certainly an experience as I'm sure my next living arrangement will be. Peace out Sydenham Street!

2008-07-25T08:00:00.001-07:00

Holly Golightly Rocks My World!

2008-07-24T13:32:00.000-07:00

So several weeks ago I saw Breakfast At Tiffanys for the first time and absolutely fell in love with it...and Audrey Hepburn. I immediatly purchased the DVD and watched it twice last week because I was determined to make all my friends see it. I now can quote the movie. Here's just some of the memorable dialogue...

Holly Golightly: He's all right! Aren't you, cat? Poor cat! Poor slob! Poor slob without a name! The way I see it I haven't got the right to give him one. We don't belong to each other. We just took up one day by the river. I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is but I know what it is like. It's like Tiffany's.

Paul Varjak: Tiffany's? You mean the jewelry store.

Holly Golightly: That's right. I'm just CRAZY about Tiffany's!

Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?

Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?

Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

Paul Varjak: Sure.

Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!

Paul Varjak: You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

Holly Golightly: But just look at the goodies she brought with her.

Paul Varjak: He's all right, I suppose, if you like dark, handsome, rich-looking men with passionate natures and too many teeth.

Well anyway, my new-found adoration of Audrey Hepburn inspired me to go out and rent every movie I could of hers. So far I've only seen My Fair Lady and Sabrina but I'm working on the others. I liked Sabrina much more than My Fair Lady (too many damn songs) but she was amazing in both. There's just something about her...she's rather captivating. I've seen her go from a mentally unstable socialite to a loud uncouth street merchant, to a modest French- speaking girl next door and play each role perfectly elegant. Then there's of course her iconic style and stunning beauty. I'm not a lesbo, just a really big fan.

Home Sweet Home?

2008-07-23T23:50:00.000-07:00

I have to move out of my current residence next Friday. So where am I going? Good question. I've got no clue. I signed a lease for a lovely 4 bedroom apartment in a house on North 17th St. months ago and was eagerly awaiting to move in sometime in mid-July. First I was told the house would be finished by July 15th. Then I was told July 21st. And then I got an "urgent" letter last Thursday informing me that while they're hoping to have the house finshed by Aug. 15th, they're expecting it won't be done until Aug. 28th. Have I mentioned that I haven't even seen the house yet?

I spent days freaking out. I was actually ready to pitch a tent in Temple's field and document my experience in a candid memior for the Temple News. I didn't want to move back to home with my parents because commuting to work everyday would be a pain in the ass and it would be harder to hang out with my friend living in University City who is moving back to New York in a few weeks. Plus, whenever I spend too much time in the Northeast I have a tendency to get fat and lazy. So I vetoed that idea and moved on to Option #2...stay with the one of my future roomies at her apartment in Kensington. Her lease doesn't end until the end of Aug. and her roomate is moving out next week. Obviously the idea of living in Kensington doesn't exactly thrill me but it would be an easier commute.

However, my realtor called me earlier this week and said that the company was now offering hotel accomodations at the Comfort Inn at Penns's Landing. The hotel's ammentities include: a continental breakfast every morning, a fitness room, cable and internet, shuttle buses to the popular tourist places around the city, and a bar in their lobby (that hopefully won't card). Then there's also the other obvious perks like room service and the chance to live in an awesome part of the city. Needless to say, Compass North Realty did win a few brownie points.

But there's of course some downfalls...like probably having to share a room, not having any laundry facilities, and not getting the check back I already gave them for the first month's rent. Also, I'm sure there will probably be some other complications along the way considering it is a large hotel and Compass North Realty isn't so great when it comes to organization. Nevertheless, it seems like the most desireable living situation for the time being. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity...and I don't even have to pick up the ridculously expensive tab!

So in conclusion, I'm a rolling stone hoping not to gather any moss...and just dying to throw a party in a hotel room.

my current bi-polar state of being....

2008-07-16T18:49:00.000-07:00

The past week or so sure has been a bit of a rollarcoaster...one minute I want to cry, the next minute I want to punch someone in the face, the next minute I'm having a nervous breakdown, and then finally, for a brief period, I'm on cloud nine. I'd blame the extra levels of hormones I'm now putting into my body each day (thanks to Temple's Student Health Services' lack of Ortho TriCyclin LO) but I just started taking them. They can't have an effect that quickly can they?

But anyway, the route of my bi-polar like state is simply confusion. Nothing seems to be working out right. The Best of Style party last Thursday that I went on ranting about for the past month turned out to be a bust. Absolutely no one famous was in attendance. Just a bunch of drunk socialites and wanna-be socialites with fake boobs and fake tans and a whole lot of chemical-injected faces. It was a cool experience nonetheless but still my expectations were way too high. And did I mention that I had to wrap my stomach with ace bandage because my dress was so tight that it actually ripped in the ass at the end of the night?

Moving along, I was supposed to start moving into my new place next week but my landlord informed me today that they now have no idea when it'll be finished. So not cool. I need to move in by Aug. 1st which is only 2 weeks away and I also need to have all the utilities set up before then. If the house isn't done sooner then then 12 people will have to move into the one building at the same time. I smell a disaster. So much for getting out of my current shit hole asap.

The cherry on top is the fact that I've had to work 3 days in a row at Smoothie Junction. I don't know what it is about that place but everytime I step foot in there I suddenly want to jump off a bridge. Perhaps it's having to spend hours dealing with rude/retarded customers, digging into hard ice cream then having it all up your arm, jamming a stick thing in the blenders so the smoothies will actually blend, constantly cleaning the floor which is forever covered in sticky sugar water, repeating a million times what the difference is between a "smoothie" and a "fruit freeze" and that you dont have mangos, the chocolate yogert is coming out watery, and you're all out of grape nuts, and filling the up the fruit, ice machine, and yogert machine every five seconds. Having free delicious frozen treats at my disposal once seemed like a perk but after a year and a half, it's not so exciting.

I'm planning on going down the shore for 2 days next week with my friend and I'm afraid that if it doesn't work out I may have another mental breakdown. This summer is going by rather quickly and I'm just trying to make the best of it while I can. Maybe I should just forget my financial obligations and relocate to sunny Mexico for the remainder. Adios! Hasta luego!

Note: I've never taken Spanish.

FREE BEAUTY PRODUCTS...hell yea!

2008-07-07T20:26:00.000-07:00

I just found out this morning that this will be my last week at Philly Style magazine. Bummer. However, my spirits were greatly lifted after the staff brought in boxes of beauty products they've gotten over the last year that we were allowed to raid. It was one of the greatest moments of my life.

Chanel, Estee Lauder, Urban Decay, O.P.I, Cargo, M.A.C, Missoni, and so much more. In hindsight I've realized that I may have gotten a little out of control (I seriously think I walked out with more stuff than anyone) which may have been a bit frowned upon by the staff and other interns. But in my defense, they never said there was a limit. Also, I'm a broke-ass bitch and this was stuff I'll never be able to afford. I more of a $1.50 Bonne Bell and Wet & Wild kinda gal.

Curious just how much loot I had scored, I went home and looked up their orginal selling prices. According to my calculations, my box of free beauty products is worth about $500. Wow. I must say that's pretty impressive. That may be more than I've spent on makeup, bath products, nail polishs, perfumes, lotions, ect. in my entire life.

Needless to say, it was a pretty sweet day of work.

small, medium, or large? I sure as hell don't know.

2008-07-01T18:27:00.000-07:00

Medically speaking, my body is very average. Right down to my shoe size. However, personally speaking, I'm so confused about my body right now that I don't know what the hell I am. I'm simply uncomfortable.

All my pants are too tight. I'm always fidgiting in an effort to conceal my horendous "muffin top." If I eat too much my gut becomes uncontrollable and I walk around like I'm 6 months pregnant. Seriously. I'm enjoying my larger butt (not so much the new cellulite but whatever). And as for my mellons (my new word for "breasts"), I'm still not sure if they're just decievingly large or really just that huge. Either way, I got no complaints when it comes to their size. I'm still quite boney (thanks to my genes), with my rather stick-like arms and legs. Although, my theighs are starting to worry me.

But I'll explain my latest weight issues chronologically so you can understand why I'm bothering to blog about them (as if I need an explaination)...

About a month ago when I went to the OBGYN aka. vagina doctor, I weighed 136 lbs (my ideal weight is closer to 120 lbs by the way). But like always, when I expressed my displeasure and how I believed it had to do with the birth control I was taking, the doctor whipped out her weight chart and assured me that the average weight for a 20 year old girl who is 5'5 is anywhere between 118-145 lbs.

The next day I checked out the ingredients and side effects of the birth control I was taking...sure enough the first side effect listed: weight gain. I knew I hadn't been eating nearly enough to justify me being this heavy. Needless to say, I've switched to a new birth control.

A few weeks later, I weighed myself on my friend's scale which told me that I was 142 lbs. I convinced myself it was probably just a crappy/evil scale and that I was carrying some water-weight due to my period.

Then this past Sunday, I went to go buy a slimming undergarment to wear with my new dress for the Best of Style party. It's pretty tight and shows all my nooks and crannies. I took my clothes off and looked in the mirror and was absolutely horrified. I've never been more disguised with my body as I was those few minutes. I actually gasped and immediately started crying then got the hell out of there.

Today, I went to a different store with a different dressing room with a different mirror and different lighting to finally get a damn "body control" suit/corset/granny panty thingy. Luckily, I wasn't brought to tears this time. I got what I needed (a contraption that looks like biker shorts that extent up to my boobs). Oddly enough, I also needed to get a bathing suit to wear this weekend down the shore. I'm definitely not down for prancing around in a bikini but that's all I could find. As I was trying them on, I didn't really feel that fat (just frustrated that I had to get bottoms that were a size 4 and a top that was a size 12). I ended up getting a cheap black one that I can easily wear something over.

So anyway, that's the series of events that have led me to this. One moment I'm crying in a dressing room or crying inside because I know my gut is showing through my shirt and the next moment, I'm walking around my house half naked because I just don't give a fuck. Even though I'm bitiching about my weight, I haven't once considered going on a diet or starting to exercise. I'm not going to start freaking out about how many calories all my food has. Its a waste of time and energy. Quite frankly, I rather just take more Adderall and starve. I know that sounds horrible but I'm being honest. Just don't tell my doctor. Or my mom.

I'm trying to enjoy my summer. That means going out to eat and not trying to spend the little free time I do have going to the gym. Screw that. I'm actually kind of proud of my womanly figure. I've gotten over my obsession with making sure I look good in a bikini, probably because I'm rarely in one anymore. I'm not 12 years old, it's about time I embrace my insecurities...stretch marks, cellulite, pimples, scars, patch of hair I always miss when shaving, ect. Yea, that's right, I'm gross and it's only going to get worse.

But I'm sure I'll feel differenly in a few days when I'm in that measly piece of fabric known as a bathing suit, debating if I should take my tank top off. I probably wont be so fat and jolly then. If only there was something you could tan in that completly covers your body...

writer's block :-(

2008-06-25T20:17:00.000-07:00

I should be writing (not a blog, something that can get published somewhere/people will actually read/will get me money). Instead, I'm watching Family Guy and flipping to E! News (Mariah Carey so got lipo). Sure I'm getting a lot of small (and rather lame) clips writing blogs and the newsletters for Philly Style but I should be trying to get awesome clips. I'm pretty frustrated. But oh well, Friends is coming on...I'll have to finish this later.

Best of Style party

2008-06-25T07:31:00.000-07:00

As an intern at Philadelphia Style magazine I have an invite to the annual Best of Style party taking place at the Crystal Tea Room in the Macy's building downtown on July 10th. Obviously, I don't just get to party with Philly's rich and famous as I'm first responsible for setting up and guiding the guests or whatever but nevertheless, it'll be an event to remember. The theme is "Old Hollywood" and I've got a hot vintage dress that I'm dying to wear. It'll probably be the closest I'll ever get to a red-carpet event.

What got me more excited was getting the invites ready to be mailed yesterday (all 1,800 of them) and getting a peek at the guest list. Who will be invited to this VIP event you ask? Well, here's just a list of a few...

Andy Reid, Donovan McNabb, AJ Feeley (so hot), Chase Utley, Maurice Cheeks (Sixers coach), Preston and Steve, John Debella, Brian Teirney (owner of the Philadelphia Daily News and Inquier), several members of the channel 3, 6, and 10 news teams, possibly Bon Jovi (last month's cover man), and the man on this month's cover, Terrance Howard.

Not too shabby huh? I'm going to be like a crazy papparatzzi. I'll be satisfied if I get to see, touch, or smell Bon Jovi and get a picture with McNabb...or Hurricane Schwartz. He's totally a celebrity as far as I'm concerned.

George Carlin R.I.P

2008-06-23T20:05:00.000-07:00

He was one of the most brilliant comedians. I had no idea he was 71 years old (he was definitly the most articulate 71 year old I've ever seen). I have two of his stand-up shows on DVD that I haven't watched in a while but I think it's time I pop one in. I also just watched his "7 dirty words" routine for the first time on youtube and it appears he only got rauchier/funnier with age.

What a huge loss.

Under 21 = No Fucking Fun

2008-06-12T11:23:00.000-07:00

Last night I was trying to plan a fun Friday night in the city for me and my friend. I seached endlessly for clubs, bars/restaurants, and bars/lounges. Obviously I wasn't necessarily expecting that they'd serve me (although it would be cool if they did) but I called the places just to see if I'd be able to get in if I weren't 21. After about 15 calls to 15 different establishments and 15 "nos," I offically realized that being 20 years old sucks!

I know I only have roughly 90 days until I turn the big two-one and that I've been bitching about not being able to get into bars for quite some time now, but I've never been more pissed/frustrated about being under-age as I am now. I just wanted to enjoy Philly's night-life...dance, play some pool, listen to music, meet people, get a nice meal, ect. But no. I pay bills and taxes, I work over 30 hours a week and I'm about to be a senior and college. I'm a fucking adult! But yet, I'm basically being forced to do the same things I did on Friday and Saturday nights when I was 12 years old. Almost all my friends are 21 and older and I still have to act like a teenager, always plotting ways to get around the drinking laws.

By the end of the night, I really began thinking seriously about the drinking age being lowered to 18 years old and not just for selvish reasons. Since turning 18, I can vote, drive, buy ciggeretts, play the lottery, own a gun, go overseas to fight for this country, get married, abort a child, own credit cards, and serve in a jury but I still can't get a God damn beer! Oh, and why make gambling legal at 18 if I can't step foot in a fucking casino? I know underage drinking often has dangerous consequences but would chaos really break out if 18 year olds could suddenly drink? Not really. According to the National Council on Alcohol and Drug Dependency, about 110,000 people die each year in the U.S due to alcohol-related cause while about 365,000 die each year from tobacco-related causes.

Just some food for thought.

sweating like a pig...in hell...doing shots of Tabasco sauce with Satan

2008-06-09T19:47:00.000-07:00

This past Saturday and Sunday, temperatures in Philadelphia were in the upper 90s. Today, the heat index rose above 100 degrees and is expected to do so again tomorrow. With my only source of relief being a crappy box fan in my bedroom, I find myself extreamly irritable and cursing this God-forsaken heat wave.

I go to bed sweating, sweat all night, wake up sweaty, then get out of the shower just to be covered in sweat again...it's a viscious cycle. To make matters worse, the air in my work has picked the perfect time to break. So yesterday and today I sat in a tiny room full of people and over-heated computers for hours in a pool of sweat. I should also mentioned that the windows in the room don't open. Basically its been like I'm a impovershed child working in a sweat shop in India, only instead of making anything, I call alumni and beg them for money.

It's now 11:30 at night and I'm sitting in my bed in my underwear drinking a warm soda with my little-fan-that-could on full blast, and a spray bottle next to me. And to think there's still some people who think global warming is a hoax. Maybe they should join me in my room on this sweltering spring night in North Philly so I can slap them in the face with my sweaty palms.

Help me Al Gore! Screw the damn polar bears, I need some a/c!

Feminism?

2008-06-05T13:00:00.000-07:00

"I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express any sentiments that differenciate me from a prostitute, or a doormat." -Rebecca West.

Wise words. Apparently, this Rebecca West chick was a British-Irish suffragist and writer who is famous for her novels and her relationship with H.G Wells. She also wrote for sevearl publications including The New Yorker...(thanks Wikipedia, you certainly come in handy even if you're extreamly frowned upon by teachers and editors).

But anyway, the latest issue of BUST magazine has got me thinking a lot about feminism. Everyone has their own idea about what a feminist is. I've got short hair, I talk shit about guys all the time, I listen to Ani Defranco, and people often think I'm a lesbian so I guess I definitly fit the feminist stereotype. And that's totally cool with me. It saves me the time of having to actually express my views and opinions I guess. Nevertheless, I've got my own ideas about what makes a good feminist. Here's my thoughts on some of the current examples of "girl power"...

Hillary Clinton: It's totally awesome that we may have almost had our first female president but honestly, I think we could do better. I've always envisioned our first woman prez as someone more like Princess Diana. She was warm, elegant, and smart. I know it may seem unfeminist to say Hillary is too masculine but I just don't think you should dress and act like a man to be taken seriously as a political candidate. Celebrate your femininity god damnit! I'm sorry but her grandma pant suits and hair cut just didn't make me proud to call her our future pres. Plus, her husband shouldn't have been what got her so much cred in the first place. I'd prefer it if she had climbed the political ladder on her own.

Tina Fey and all the other female comdiannes who kick ass (my favs: Amy Pohler, Sara Silverman, Ellen, ect.): They're awesome. There's not much more to say. There's been a lot of women who have made a place for themselves in comedy but while it's one thing to be a good comedic actress, it's a whole other thing to be the one writing the jokes. The best part is that they're comedy isn't just female friendly--it's all around funny. There's nothing wrong with appealing specially to women but it says more if guys can enjoy your humor as well.

Sex and the City: With this show I think it's a slippery slope. Deep down I actually kinda despise the show but nevertheless, I've seen every epidsode (more than once) and the movie. I love the idea of a group of women talking so raunchy and honestly about sex. That's what has made the show so iconic. My main beef is how unrealistic it is and how they seem to think that being premiscouous like men is empowering. I'm all for women expressing their sexuality with no apologies but having the ability to keep it in our pants is one of the things that make us better than men. We should at least try to treat our vaginas like a scared tumb.

Diablo Cody: Aside from having given birth to Juno (with great success), I offically fell in love with her after reading that she's currently writing a female version of Superbad. Finally!

Oh there's so much more but I'm tired of witing...peace out.

2008 Presidential Election: Obama vs.McCain?

2008-06-03T18:39:00.000-07:00

So apparently, it's offical--Obama will be the Democratic nominee. Just learning this breaking news has finally inspired me to get my thoughts out about the monumental upcomming election. Obviously they've been brewing for several months and indeed I've participated in several heated debates in work over the Hillary vs. Obama vs. McCain battle for the White House. When it comes down to it, I just want a Democrat to win, any Democrat. At this point, I'd elect a god damn rock before a Republican. I'm a proud liberal and I'm just so fucking happy that the Bush presidentcy is going to be over in a few months that I can hardly contain myself.

However, I've been very conflicted. Orginally I was very pro-Barrack. Honestly, I just think he's a better person than Hillary. She's a stubborn, mildly conservative business women and I don't trust business people or conservatives. Although, after the Democratic Debates that took place in Philly, I must admit I began to feel a little differently. Hillary kicked Barrack's ass. She said everything I wanted to here and with inspiring conviction and elequence. Barrack on the other hand, was very unimpressive. His answers were lame and half-assed. People have said that it's because he was so worn out from campaigning but that's no excuse.

Nevertheless, I still think Barrack would make the best president. I don't question his competentcy for a second. What it comes down to is, who has the best chance at winning agianst McCain? And I'm afraid that's Hillary. Sure it's absolutely amazing how many people have shown support for Barrack especially considering that it was only 4 years ago that the American people reelected Bush. But in the event that it comes down to a young black man and an old white man, I'm afraid that the old white man still has a huge upperhand.

The biggest group of voters are old upper and middle class white men, we all know that. So in order for Barrack to have any chance, minorities and young people have to step up to the plate more than ever before. I pray that they do. For McCain to be elected president, it would just be a huge, devastating slap in the face for everyone who has become so disenchanted with the current state of our government and have supported Hillary and Barack. Sure, in reality Barrack wouldn't be able to implement all this "change" he preaches about but we need someone who will at least fucking try.

...come election day I'm going to be a nervous wreck...I wonder if I should I start looking for a place in Canada now? I'd surely hate to have to flee the country but another 4 years with a Republican in the White House scares the shit out of me.

My First Entry! (try not to pee your pants with excitement)

2008-05-30T18:30:00.000-07:00

Welcome friends, family, and fellow web suffers to my blog! This is my first time really participating in an online blogging community but I'm an aspriring journalist with a lot of free time so it seemed like a good idea. I mean, this is how Diablo Cody got started.

For some reason whenever I've try to keep I diary, I write in it like twice and never pick it up again. However, the idea of being able to post my thoughts on the World Wide Web, open to the viewing pleasure of millions of people, is pretty damn cool. Honestly, I don't know who is actually going to read this, I doubt very many, but oh well. I'm a writer--I'll do anything to get an audience.