Sure ladies, you can dress up all glam and strap on your stilettos. You can even go out with your friends and drink too many Cosmos before you go see the show. DON’T YOU DARE judge me for dressing up like Han Solo and camping out for tickets with another nerd dressed as a wookie.
See, this is fair enough. Particularly the dressing up part. Though I would recommend ordering tickets online at least. Most ladies seeing Sex and the City 2 ordered tickets online. Thinking people are weird for camping out, sometimes months in advance, knows no bounds.
Whenever I hear male comics make fun of Sex and the City
Particularly comics of the “alternative” variety, all I can think is that they sound exactly like the unfunny sitcom characters complaining about lady stuff that they mock with great pleasure.
It’s like, “Congratulations! You just made a joke worthy of Two and a Half Men.”
Get over it, we like it. And if anyone else bothered to make a show/movie about women that didn’t involve them competing with each other or playing nagging shrew to their shlubby husbands, we wouldn’t get so worked up about this series and its movies.
Entourage is a male version of Sex and the City. I don’t jump right into condescending mode when someone tells me they like Entourage.
I HATE THESE 50 CENT PICTURES. HE LOOKS SICK. IT WAS ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS I SAW WHEN I WOKE UP AND IT WAS AWFUL. IT REMINDS ME OF SEEING MY DAD WHILE HE WAS DYING OF AIDS. THAT'S NOT A JOKE. CAN YOU GUESS WHAT IS THE LAST THING I WANT TO BE REMINDED OF WHEN I WAKE UP. WATCHING MY DAD DIE THAT LONG PAINFUL DEATH.
I guess I’ll be offline the rest of the day so I don’t have to see it. It feels like being punched in the throat.
Guess who is going to a Mets vs Phillies game tonight...
…in a Yankees shirt (that’s an accident actually, I don’t like to be rude in anyone else’s house, but I forgot the game was tonight, I thought it was next Tuesday) and rooting for Philly?
I’m only going because CitiField is hosting Celiac Awareness Night. Celiac Disease, if you are unaware, is the autoimmune disease I live with that makes it impossible for me to eat wheat, barley, or rye. It’s not an allergy, it’s a disease, but it’s usually easier to explain it as an allergy.
They will be serving gluten-free hamburgers, hot dogs and most importantly BEER!
Here’s a secret: I’ve never had a beer at a baseball game before.
And when I found out I had celiac disease I thought I never would again.
So thanks Mets, for opening a gluten-free stand at your stadium.
Do you ever think about your preferences? I mean, I know we all have opinions, and we are quick to shout them, tweet them, or just type them into the ether for that rush of self expression, but do you ever think about the things that you prefer over other things that you do not?
It recently occurred to me that I hate fiction short stories. Well, I guess hate is a strong word, but for someone who enjoys reading as much as I do, I had never thought about what it is that I enjoy and do not enjoy reading, I have only really ever thought of WHO I enjoy reading. After multiple failed attempts at making it through the short stories of authors I was already fond of, I started to realize my preferences. I don’t like fictional short stories, but I love, non-fiction short stories.
I also love auto-biographies, but find biographies to be terribly boring. This is also why my mild interest in Teddy Roosevelt has not yet manifested into full blown fascination (currently waiting for his autobiography to come in at the Library, they only had biographies. Phhssstt.)
As far as full length books go, I enjoy a good fiction novel, but non-fiction full length books that are not autobiographies are not appealing to me. I really enjoy reading poetry, but it isn’t something I follow, as much as I get really jazzed about it from time to time and take out too many poetry books from the library.
And more than anything, I love facts and information. Some kind of book full of random, or well spaced facts is a really good secret santa gift for me. I will pick it up over and over again.