I’m in a total Josh Ritter mood tonight. I listened to his latest album and didn’t really like it, which was upsetting to me, but there are still so many of his songs that I absolutely adore. Is the line “all the other girls here are stars/you are the northern lights” cheesy? Maybe it is, a little bit. I think it’s otherwise lovely.
I really do like some of that folkier/country-er stuff more than I admit. I go back and forth with Joanna Newsom. I liked her at first and then her voice just took on this screechy quality and now I hit “shuffle” whenever one of her songs comes on. I’ve been listening to a little bit of James Taylor, and I feel like a total dork for doing so, but again- lovely voice. Sometimes I just need something sweet and quiet to listen to.
“The whole enterprise turned upside down yesterday, with the Giants turning the ball over a shocking six times. (After the game, Coughlin, whose team has been tortured by turnovers all year, looked like a man who has watched his spouse relapse into addiction so often they’ll never believe in them again.)”—Leitch @ The Sports Section
Emma Stone is charming and all, and the cast is fab, but seriously- it’s 2010. Is a high school girl having sex really such a big deal? I feel like kids are having sex at 15 and up like it’s no big thing. Like, one girl having sex wouldn’t be disseminated throughout the whole school as if it was a big deal. A drug deal? Sure. An orgy? Sure. One not very popular student having sex should not send everyone into a tizzy.
Part I: Parents and I left the house to go meet some friends of the family for dinner at a nice restaurant. When we left, there were about 10 minutes left in the 4th quarter of the Giants game. The Giants looked like they were headed for a win against the Eagles, which was awesome. We left in good spirits. Couldn’t listen to the rest of the game in the car because my aunt is very anti-football.
So we go, have dinner, and sometime before dessert I get up to go to the bathroom, and I check the final score of the game, fully expecting to see a Giants W. Well, you all know that that wasn’t the case. I honestly exclaimed “holy shit” right out loud in the bathroom. I go back to the table and very politely say “sorry, all. I just have to tell you- Giants lost.” Collective “whaaaa?” About 15 minutes later, my mother turns to me, and in a very low voice, says, “I am so fucking pissed.” And my mother doesn’t use The F Word very often.
Part II: Watching parts of the Jets game at this restaurant in Hackensack with VERY Jersey-type people. That was a trip and a half. And my mother was right behind me.
I got to close out the Sound of the City year-end roundtable. And I compared Katy Perry to Fred Durst. But you should read the whole thing, because Rob Harvilla, Zach Baron, Sean Fennessey, and Rich Juzwiak are all amazing.
Since April, Ms. Medine, 21, has been publishing photos of herself wearing these pieces on her blog, the Man Repeller, as well as shots of similarly challenging recent runway looks: fashions that, though promoted by designers and adored by women, most likely confuse — or worse, repulse — the average straight man. These include turbans, harem pants, jewelry that looks like a torture instrument, jumpsuits, ponchos, furry garments resembling large unidentified animals, boyfriend jeans, clogs and formal sweatpants.
It’s kind of a cute idea (at least she has an angle?), but here’s the thing- not everyone can pull off a turban and harem pants. Some females might find that look to be just plain unattractive, and not in an ironic, subversive way. A tall, slim girl like Leandra can pull off a lot of weird clothes. A shorter, average person, (like me!) cannot pull of a lot of those items with the same aplomb. I tend to actually look better in ladylike skirts and tighter tops. Rarely do I dress for a man; 95% of the time, I dress for ME.
And also? I’m sure that there are men out there who would appreciate Leandra’s “unique” style, and NOT be repelled by it.
And I am cringing inside over how sloppily dressed the chefs are at Marea. Tre’s wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt! They must tell contestants to pack at least a sport jacket/casual dress, yes? Granted, the chefs are not eating in these restaurants with regular patrons, but still!