Romantic Comedies are Ruining My Life!

When it is this time of year in NYC and snow is falling and so is the temperature, I find myself spending my weekends in bed in front of the TV. This past weekend I managed to watch every classic girly romantic comedy known to mankind. From Pretty Woman to Dirty Dancing to personal favorites like Brown Sugar and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. (Sidenote: I love any movie where the protagonist is a writer) They all have one thing in common – they give misleading ideas about love, thus making me question why it doesn't work that way for me!

I mean where else would we get the idea that a whore can find a rich, gorgeous man to take care of her, or that a hot guy can fall in love with you in a little over a week despite doing every annoying thing you can think of to deter him. This is not real life, and then when our lives do not operate along the same lines, we get upset! This is not fair, they should start calling it Romance sci-fi or fantasy instead. I mean as if any writer could afford to live in a plush loft in Soho (Eva Mendes – Hitch) or in a doorman building on 5th ave (How to lose a Guy). That just pisses me off just as much as watching Monica live it up in her big apartment on Friends (we all know she could never afford that in real life).

Thankfully, The Devil Wears Prada came out and set the record straight. Finally, a movie that shows the not so glam side of publishing, and the reality of the toll it takes on a relationship. Instead of living happily ever after she ends up single and alone just like the rest of us. WOO HOO!

I do watch these movies continiously though, not sure if I am just glutten for punishment or what. In any case, to show I am not a complete bitter bunny here is a clip from one of my fave movies for your enjoyment "throw it away..." LOL:

Bangology

I have bangs, or I had bangs…not really sure which it is now cause they are kinda in this weird in-between phase. I had to explain this in my broken Spanish today when I was getting my hair done…the poor hairdresser looked perplexed as she tried to figure out which way to style them. I had impulsively cut bangs months ago because I wanted a new look, which made me happy. Then I discovered when you get sick of them and want them to go away, they don't. They will just sit there and annoy you for a few more months, as you constantly fight not to cut them and be done with it. But no…you want a change and you have to wait it out and deal with the un-ruly, ugly, in-between stage.

The bang theory applies to life in general, at least my life right now. I am in a complete transitional phase. I'm in the very beginning stages that are completely awkward and uncomfortable. The point where I know I don't want to be in the same routine anymore, but what exactly comes next I have no idea. I am just in the waiting and figuring it out period. Where you just throw out a bunch of ideas and see which will take form. Although it would be much easier to not venture out into the "unknown" and just stay in my cozy routine, that idea fills me with even more dread. Unfortunately, I suffer from the "I am never content" disease. This means once I've gotten all I can get out of my current situation, I bore quickly and have to move on to conquer something else. AKA I am a huge gypsy.

I've always been a gypsy with a concrete plan until this point. Now, I am not sure what exactly the next thing to conquer is. This is the tricky part. Until I find out what "it" is, I am just sitting in-between two worlds - not really fully engaged in my current routine, but not fully transitioned out of it. I sit, and I blog, and I laugh and I cry, and I play with my in-between bangs, and wait it out - confident my life will transform magically before my eyes into something bigger and better than it already is in due time, complete with grown out bangs.

The Biege vs. the Unbeige

I recently saw a commercial for Ikea where the the tagline was: “Be brave not beige” and it tickled me a lil. I immediately was reminded of a former roommate of mine. She was super beige! We were total opposites in every way…… personality, hobbies, and décor… she was the beige and I was the unbeige.

She was a twenty-something –year-old total WASP from Long Island complete with a pair of UGGS and Burberry clothing. We met at work and my friend had the great idea of matching us together as roommates since we were both looking to live in Manhattan. I was desperate enough to give it a whirl, not knowing what I was getting myself into (can anyone say Single White Female??).

She took it upon herself to decorate the entire place while I was away on vacation our first week at the place. I mean everything. She put her huge ass country dining room table in our converted living room, leaving no space to do any living. She picked out nice lil beige kitchen rugs, and the ugliest beige shower curtain illustrated with monkeys all over it in olive green…. And of course beige rugs to match, along with you guessed it, beige hand towels. I was mortified…. I am so anti-beige... I love boldness and color….I am social and outgoing, and feisty and fun…. And she was Miss I-read-in-the-dark-with-a-flashlight-in-my-room-on-Sat-nights, don’t-socialize-with anyone-but-my-brother, order-food-without-asking-you-if-you-want-any, leave-you-post-it-notes-with-weird-OCD-cleaning-request-on-my-door, content with being beige. I felt like a stranger in my own apartment, but I sucked it up because in the end I had an awesome apartment on the UES and the closet in my room.

My shacking up with strangers phase lasted that one year, as soon as I could get out of that lease I went running for the hills, of Brooklyn… swearing never to become like her...the anti-social beige lover. As I sat home this past weekend reading Time Magazine and watching the History channel, I feared that I was having boring beige tendencies. Nooooo! I refuse! But then I turned the channel to watch “Old School” and grabbed my bright Lime green Ikea pillow, and all was well again…I am still Queen of the Unbeige!

Platonically

I have recently remembered a reason to not hate all men…it is possible to have a healthy, successful relationship with a man, platonically of course. While I was out recently I was reminded of my platonic male friends. I love having male friends… and I mean real friends. Not the ones that are just trying to get in your pants, and are playing their position hoping that one day it will happen (although some people think any guy friend is doing this). I mean the ones that grew up with you, saw you at different awkward ages in your life, like hanging out with you despite it, tell you how great you look when you do see them, and take you out and treat you like a bf would - minus the sex of course. I mean wow, imagine having someone that takes you out, pays for all your drinks all night, and actually doesn’t mind talking about the other men in your life! This is the sweetest deal ever. Besides that, platonic male friends also give great advice on men … sometimes a lil harshly, but good just the same (“Oh hell no you need o leave him alone he is shady). They will tell you what to do about your failing love life and then of course make jokes at your expense for it…it’s great.

Kudos to you, my male friends, for getting me drunk and never making a pass… and without fail always making me laugh. You are lil life saviors in Timbs!

Guilty Pleasures Part 1

It's no surprise to those who know me that I have a few guilty pleasures. One of those is my obsession with Jennifer Lopez. I am sorry but she can do no wrong in my eyes...not sure if it's the Bronx, Puerto Rican thing or what but I have an undying loyalty to her. Not to mention she is a savvy businesswoman, and has managed to make an entire empire from starting as a fly girl. And she doesn't apologize for anything! She just does not care what you think about her... I love that!

Now with her new release this week "Brave" and the rumors of pregnancy... I think she has a lot to celebrate. So, Congrats to you Jenny, Jenny from the block! Besides who else can sit through an interview and talk about absolutely nothing with such poise? That is a talent I gotta tell ya.
Check out her clip from the Letterman show last night here..... and after seeing what she is wearing you can decide for yourself if the rumors are true....



And if you are bored while watching that..here is a clip of her doing what she does best... dancing:

The Beautiful Struggle

So I have been experiencing tremendous writer's block. Too bad it isn’t thinker’s block. Oh no, tons of thoughts still dance around in my head all day, just can’t seem to transition them into anything worthwhile on this screen. Thoughts and worry and anxiety of the unknown suffocate me and cloud my vision. I feel like I can’t breathe. Can’t sleep. Trying to understand whatever lesson I am supposed to be getting right now at this moment. How do we ever know if it’s really right……

Like a bad game of double-dutch I keep waiting and waiting to find the perfect time to jump in smoothly and not get tangled up in the ropes. What if there is no perfect time? What if you are going to trip and fall regardless?

One time I went wild water rafting in Costa Rica, and as we set off with our guide, he commenced to pull my friend by her life jacket and literally throw her off our canoe and into the water. She fluttered around in frenzy and then relaxed and he graciously helped her back onto the boat, unscathed. Mortified, we all yelled at him “What did you do that for!” he said so simply… well now her worst fear is over, she can continue without being afraid. What a smart lil Costa Rican gypsy he was! Now if only I could apply that same theory into my everyday life.

Maybe it is time to jump and fall and get it over with already

Life is indeed a beautiful struggle.

Is it Friday yet???

I've just experienced one of the worst subway rides ever coming to work this morning. No, not because it was crowded and I was mushed under some one's armpit, but annoying just the same. I managed to ride the only train without brakes...so every time the train attempted to slow down, or speed back up from a stop, it would make this terrible screeching noise for like 10 minutes straight. It was kinda like a terrible howl you would hear in a really bad version of Dracula whenever they show the eerie castle... or just a loud, mechanic Whine....For the love of!!! It is too damn early in the morning to deal with this ..... needless to say I am a bit on edge now. That coupled with my PMS has me feeling like this clip today, minus the alcohol: