Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Results May Vary


* Though I'm not a Gaga fan, she says some kickass things:

"Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you're ever wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you it doesn't love you anymore."

* Hipsters on foodstamps: an interesting article from the people at Salon.com.

* Does WoW predict our future? Sociologist William Sims Bainbridge weighs in.

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* How to make seed bombs and beautify your neighborhood. I love this idea!

* For you college kids: a calculator to help you figure out if you should skip class. I actually used this once.

* Thomas L. Friedman talks about how he wants to move away from the bipartisan system in this really interesting Op-Ed -- do you agree?


* I just thought this was really cute-- How the dumbest cat in the world drinks water.

* P & P is a blog that parodies fashion blogs. Check this out if you want a giggle.

* Lesley from Fatshionista is one of my favorite ladies lately. Please check out her touching post on childhood obesity and this post on health care reform and abortion.

*Aaaaand on that note I love this guerilla stickering of a pro-life subway ad that Lesley posted on her Twitter.




These are a few of the things I'm lovin' this week, but results may vary. Tell me what you think in the comments!

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

How to Select Roommates You Can Live With


 It's that time of year: roommate selection. Some of you college kids may already be done with deciding who to live with for another year, but for those of you that aren't, take these seven tips to heart.

(This is Part 1 of 2-- there will be another post on how to get along with your roommate(s)).


Be Wary of Best Friends

I know a few people who decided to room with their best buddy and it took a huge toll on their relationship-- as in some of them aren't even talking anymore. You may love this person, but you've never lived with them, and that can tear you two apart. Rooming with your BFF sounds like a great idea now, but you have to consider the little things that bother you-- they may become very big things-- and your general lifestyles.


Give Everyone a Chance

If you're in a situation where you're going to end up choosing someone you don't know, be especially open to your options. Meet everyone you can that fits most of your criteria, even if they seem a little strange. That chick who seems a little too into Anime might be a better match for than you think.


Compromise-- But Not Too Much

I advocate compromising for a lot of situations, but rooming is one I'm very reluctant about. You have to live with someone for a whole year, so don't feel bad for being adamant about certain things. If you don't want to live with a drinker, don't. If you don't want to live in a suite, don't. If you'd really prefer a certain building, find someone who wants the same. You deserve to be happy. On the other hand, realize that you might not get exactly what you want. Make a list prioritizing what you want in a rooming situation and be willing to bend a bit on the ones farther down the list.

Also: be upfront about your priorities. You wouldn't want too many surprises, and neither will your roommate.


Ask People In Classes and Clubs

You'll probably share a few interests with the people you see in class and extracurricular activities. They might be looking for a roommate, too, so it can't hurt to ask.


Facebook Them

Some of you may disagree with this advice, but it's totally legal. Some people put a whole lot of information about themselves online, so Facebook can be a decent gauge of character. You can see what their interests are, what they're a fan of, what they're doing in their pictures. I doubt many people alter their Facebooks to be appealing to potential roomies, so you're probably going to get a genuine peek into their world.


Consider Co-Ed 

Some schools offer co-ed rooms, so don't write this option off your list. I know a lot of ladies who say they find it easier to get along with guys than girls, and vice versa. It couldn't hurt to try, right?



Remember...

... you're not necessarily looking for a soul mate. The person you choose doesn't have to be perfect or turn into the best friend you could've dreamed of. My boyfriend's best roommate in our three years of college was probably the guy he only talked to about three times in one year. They weren't friends, but they were both neat, quiet, and respected each others' space. In the end, you're not looking for a friend, you're looking for someone to share space with on a daily basis, and those two things are very different.


How did you choose your roommates?

Monday, March 29, 2010

On Cottage Cheese

Something made me angry today. I was looking through the pictures in a Facebook group about fake, orange tans. Fake, orange tans are silly because they are fake. And because people are not, in their natural state, orange. I don't really have a problem with thinking super orange tans a little bit ridiculous. Should I have been looking at a snarky Facebook group? I suppose it's not the nicest thing to do. But let's just set that matter aside and focus on a single picture I saw and the comments that followed.

I came across one picture of a skantily-clad girl on a guy's lap in a club. It was tagged with the label "cottage cheese" at the girl's thighs.

One comment read "c-e-l-l-u-l-i-t-e!"

One woman said "disgusting...really!!"

There was a comment saying "ew bitch sorry but i don't have cottage cheese thighs and i am very much a woman in the world. you need to get a pair of pants real talk."

Another, "he must be in pain! ):" in what seems to be reference to the girl's sheer hugeness.

This is the picture in question:



I want you all to put aside the whole issue of tans and pants and what it is to be a "proper" woman for a moment.

I don't know about you, but when I look at this girl, I see a pretty thin young woman. Is she wearing panties instead of pants? Yes. But is she fat? No, she's not. She's sitting on someone and her thighs are pressed against other thighs and don't look perfectly smooth. I feel like that's pretty expected. Are they smooth thighs? I think so. These legs are a lot slimmer than my own. And honestly? I see about one little spot of cellulite, which is a thing that most women have at least a little bit of. And is this dude in pain? No, I don't really think so because I highly doubt this slender woman is crushing him.

When I see things like this, it really gets me thinking about the vicious circle that people get into when it comes to body image. We feel poorly about ourselves because we get picked on, or because someone just like us is getting picked on. So to bring ourselves up, we become even more judgmental of other people. We lash out, because it's the way we think things work, I guess.

If I can't be pretty, no one can.

So that girl's a fatass and that girl's grossly skinny and that girl has a pizza face and that girl is a total fucking slut.

I'm not one to get all confrontational but grow the hell up.

The snarky comments people make to your face or behind you back or on the internet are sad. They're sad because every little bit of hate being thrown your way is-- more likely than not-- a way for that person to release some of their own pain. Women that hate on other women are women who feel guilty about their own bodies. Misery loves company. These girls hate because they hate themselves and seeing someone that makes them think of that emotional suffering makes them angry, and so they attack. And then the women who are attacked learn to hate themselves in turn.

I want to say that the answer is to just let nasty words go in one ear and out the other, but I know how hard that is. That takes years and years of practice, and still some people will never be able to do it-- I don't know if I will. I know I love my body more than I have in the past, but I doubt I will ever be unafraid to drink soda in front of my mom without fearing she'll tell me I'm fat. I'm afraid of being told I'm fat. I know I'm not skinny and I know I am not exactly my own ideal, but I'm learning to love myself. Only with love will I ever feel comfortable in my own skin and be fully equipped to take the absolute best care of my body possible. I know that loving myself and really, truly not caring what anyone has to say about me is a long way off. I wish it was easy. But it's not, so it's not the answer for most people.

I think we are the problem and we are the solution.

We are constantly being seen, and thus constantly being judged. I think many of us are, at least in part, so afraid on being judged because we know we judge. We know we talk about other women behind their backs. We know we might raise an eyebrow when we see a girl we don't think looks good. We may even be the anonymous commenter on the internet writing horrible remarks about someone we've never met. Maybe if we didn't have to fear this kind of ruthlessness from our peers, we'd all love ourselves more. Maybe our society would be one where people wouldn't be afraid to be who they are, to wear what they want, to speak their minds if we put aside the snark for one damn minute and remembered:

If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.


EDIT: I looked back at the original photo just a moment ago and one comment caught my eye:

"What saddens me, is that this is what my body looks like.... and I didnt think it was to bad, until I read the comments...." 

What you say about other people, especially in a public forum, doesn't just hurt that individual. The girl who made this comment wasn't the one in the photo, yet seeing the girl in the photo bashed for her looks had an effect on her self-esteem. My heart broke a little.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Love 365: Day 79 - 85


I love that I'm frequently easy to please.

I love that I try not to make people feel bad about the things they like. One of my pet peeves is people who go "ewww, you eat that?!" when they someone eating something they think is odd.

I love that I am becoming an early riser.

I love that I'm becoming more patient with my mother.

I love that I was voted Teacher's Pet in high school. It's not necessarily a bad thing to be a little bit of a kiss-up.

I love that I'm a good driver.

I love my strong arms.

--Me

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I love my sense of responsibility.

--Luke

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I love that I can make nearly everyone laugh.
I love my random sense of style.
I love that I don't want to grow up.
--Ellen, Flickr 
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Want the world to know what you love about you? E-mail your submissions to  
chickensoupforthedorkysoul@gmail.com 
to be in next week's Love 365!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Bottled Water

Hey, you guys! While I'm busy packing for my weekend away and freaking out about exorbitant tuition costs (almost $1000 to do a summer internship for one unit of credit! Can you even believe that?!), why don't you watch this video about bottled water and why you should stop buying it-- 'cause I mean seriously guys, your bottled water? It's mostly just filtered tap water... like what you could get for the cost of a Brita filter and filter replacements from your very own sink (if you want to be extra careful).


I'll have Love 365 for tomorrow (oh hey wanna e-mail me your submission?) and then I'll be back to my regular posting schedule on Monday. I have a few posts in the works, including some stuff on body image. 

Do you drink bottled water? Why or why not? What did you think of the video?

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Savor Chocolate, Save our Planet: Endangered Species Chocolates*

 Once I started considering vegetarianism, I began looking for ethical alternatives to the foods I love. I've already found the perfect veggie buffalo tenders-- I used to adore these even when I wasn't trying to go vegetarian, and that says something-- so the next thing on my list is dark chocolate. All chocolate is technically vegetarian, but not vegan, so I headed to the internet to find some recommended vegan chocolates.

Found 'em.

I came across Endangered Species Chocolates sometime last year and included them in an edition of Results May Vary because of their wonderful mission: to help animals and the environment through awareness and donations. How do they do this? 10% of their net profits go to organizations working to help animals, habitats, and humanity. The bars themselves are packaged in paper that has facts about the rainforest or whatever endangered species graces the cover. And did I mention the chocolates are all natural and ethically-traded?

the mint bar is open-- i got a little too enthusiastic



 see the certified vegan symbol?




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 I figured that since the company seemed so great as a whole, I'd have to sample some of their vegan chocolates. I ordered three dark chocolate vegan bars: cranberry and almond, deep forest mint, and raspberry. I also ordered the dark chocolate hazlenut toffee bar because I couldn't resist giving it a try.

I ordered on Saturday and received the chocolates on the following Thursday. Considering the chocolates had to also go through processing for a college mailroom, I can't believe how fast they arrived. They stressed in their ordering policies that they stick to a strict schedule so that the bars don't have to spend too much time in transit, and they definitely kept their word.

But you just care about how they tasted, right?

Oh. My. God.

As soon as I opened the package, I could smell the Dark Chocolate with Deep Forest Mint bar, so I went for that first. The chocolate is very smooth and has a great bitterness to it-- after all, it's 72% dark chocolate-- but not so much that it would be inedible to most chocolate-lovers. The mint flavor was light though very present. This is probably the best mint chocolate I've ever had, hands down.

Next on my list was Dark Chocolate with Cranberries & Almonds. I'm obsessed with cranberries lately, so I couldn't resist trying it, even though I normally don't go for fruit/nut bars. Again, exquisite chocolate, and the cranberries were nice and soft while the almonds gave it a great bite. The cranberry flavor gets more present as you dig in.

Dark Chocolate with Raspberries was really interesting: the raspberries are dried, so the texture is really neat. I actually found this one a little sweeter than the rest-- surprising since raspberries can be pretty sour. This may also be because this was the third chunk I tried.

I decided to save the bar I was most excited about for last: Dark Chocolate with Hazelnut Toffee. The site lists this one as all-natural, but it's not vegan. To describe this one: crunchy, buttery, sweet. "Absolutely delicious" would be a pretty good way to describe it, too.

I'm so torn over which of these I like most. I'd say my least favorite was the cranberries and almonds, but I expected that since it's not normally a kind of chocolate bar I gravitate to. By no means was it bad-- quite the contrary. I don't think any of these babies are going to last too long.

Each bar will run you a mere $2.79. The shipping costs were pretty reasonable for me, but I've also seen some of these in health food sections of the supermarket. Even if you're not looking for a vegan chocolate and are just a chocolate lover, you should give these a try. There are several options in milk chocolate as well, but I wouldn't be able to tell you about 'em, seeing as I don't care for milk chocolate at all.

Have you ever tried Endangered Species Chocolates? Think you will now?


*I was not paid for this review; I bought the chocolates with my own money. I was also not asked to do this review. I informed Endangered Species Chocolates that I would be doing a review of the product, but did not request-- or receive-- compensation in return.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Monday Music: "Split Screen Sadness" by John Mayer

I'm not too much of a John Mayer fan.

Except for this song.

I remember one of my very first days of college. I was in the auditorium waiting for a boring presentation to start, sitting next to a guy I'd been talking to online all summer. He was one of the few people I was really eager to meet because he'd become something of a best friend. He took out his iPod and handed me one of the earbuds; he wanted me to hear one of his favorite songs. It was this one.



Happy early birthday, Minh!


P.S. This week may possibly be light on posts/me commenting on your blogs (which I've already been bad about-- sorry, loves, I do try to visit you all!). I was informed just a wee tiny time ago that my best friend is visiting from Texas for the first time in two years! In order to go spend this Thursday through Sunday having a grand ol' time, I need to get a lot of work done by Wednesday or so. So excited!

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Love 365: Day 72-78 (Belated)


I love that I'm talented at playing the flute. Maybe someday I'll get back into doing it often.

I love that I'm a total nerd.

I love that I can beat my boyfriend at Soul Calibur.

I love that I'm always thinking, even if that stresses me out sometimes.

I love my legs.

I love that I don't drink often.

I love my nerves when they help keep me safe.

--Me

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I love my acute sense of hearing. I always feel like I can hear things really well.

In response to me inquiring about this choice of thing-to-love: I pick weird ones.

--Luke

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Sorry this edition of Love 365 was a day late-- I'm playing a lot of catch-up after a very crazy day yesterday. You know I wouldn't forget it entirely, though, right?

And you won't forget to e-mail me the things you love about you either, will you? Send your submissions to chickensoupforthedorkysoul@gmail.com




Thursday, March 18, 2010

You Asked For It: Jeans for Munchkins



I'm 4'11". Accordingly, my legs are very short, not to mention-- as we say in the world of clothing-- "curvy." I am short and curvy. This makes my buying a pants a living nightmare for a whole slew of reasons. Believe it or not, though, being short is not actually my main issue. Buying pants and jeans when you're very short can be a huge hassle, but it's totally doable.

A lovely lady e-mailed me recently asking where I do my jeans shopping. She, too, is 4'11" and has thick legs. We must be twins, and I totally feel her pain 100%.

For the past... oh, God, forever, I've been buying jeans at Old Navy. I know that's not much of fashion secret-- and believe me, they don't have jeans that are actually short enough that I don't have to go to the tailor. I generally buy the "short" fit, which they have in pretty much every style you could want, and then get them hemmed. I usually only buy one pair at a time because I don't wear jeans too often-- mostly a dress/skirt kinda girl-- and they hold up well for a long time. I've actually had strangers compliment the way my jeans look, and they're always surprised to hear that they're not a fancy brand. Basically, for about $25 a pair, they're a great buy. They also have Petites line that I haven't tried which feature 30" inseams (and the Gap petite jeans are 29"). Sadly, 29" would still be about 5" too long.

Unfortunately, if there's a store that has jeans that are made for people with very short legs, I'm not aware of it (but if you are, please say so in the comments!). I think all I can really do here is to give some advice for tailoring pants.


Wash and Dry First


If there's any chance your pants will shrink (and most jeans will, at least to some degree), make sure you've washed them before getting them hemmed. I don't generally dry my jeans-- mostly because I absolutely hate feeling like I gained 50 pounds when I try to pull them on-- but I've had bad experiences in the past with bringing a fresh pair to the tailor and finding they're an inch or two short after a few washes. Even if you don't plan on drying, it can't hurt to put 'em through the wash once or twice to be safe.


Do the Average


One of the most aggravating things by far about getting jeans hemmed is deciding on length. If you're like a lot of girls, you probably own flats, sneakers and heels in some combination. This means, of course, that a good length for flats may not look polished with four-inch heels. Try your pants on at home-- perhaps with help from mom or a friend to do some pinning-- with any and all shoes you plan on wearing with that pair. See if you can find a length that works with all or most of your shoes. If you can't find too many happy, chic mediums, you may need to have, say, a pair of jeans for flats and a pair for heels; unfortunately, it's how the cookie crumbles sometimes. I don't wear skinnies, but I imagine if you like that style you could pretty easily have a pair that works perfectly with everything.

Make sure if you get them pinned in at the tailor, you bring the right pair of shoes (i.e. if you want them fitted so they best fit your 2-inch heels, wear those).


Try Original Hem

I've never tried this because I just found out about it, but the internet shorties seem to think it's potentially the best thing you'll ever do with your pants. Original hem, though a little pricier than a plain ol' hem, is when your pants are hemmed so that the original hem-- surprise!-- is kept intact. There's a full explanation and pictures here. So basically if you find a jean with some funky pattern/detail/stitching at the hem that you love, you don't have to sacrifice it for length. You can ask your tailor to do an original hem or take your new jeans to Nordstrom, where they offer what I hear is some excellent tailoring.


Be Insistant-- Or Do Your Own Pinning


My only gripe about my tailor is that they're adorable, little, old Italian people who are very sure they know what length you want your pants. They never "cheat" when I've actually relinquished the pants, but they often try to talk me out of an inch or so when I get them pinned in the shop. I like my jeans a little long, which they totally think is an awful idea. I got into the habit of pinning them myself-- okay, with the help of Mom, for the sake of evenness-- so that I didn't have to feel pressured to compromise. I just tell them that they're already pinned to the length I want. My tailors do an amazing job for a great price, so I wouldn't want to leave them just because we don't agree on length all the time.




Any short ladies out there want to share some jean shopping tips? Recommend the best tailor in your area? Lament how ridiculous your pants look in the dressing room?


P.S. If there's anything you'd like me to write on, just drop me an e-mail at chickensoupforthedorkysoul@gmail.com. I'm totally open to your questions and suggestions.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Raunch Culture: A Rant

 

Like many people my age, I grew up with the internet. And sure, there were parental controls on my computer, but my mother was away a lot and I found a way to turn off the controls and do whatever I damn well pleased. I lied about my age in chat rooms and tested the limits of what I could bluff and what I couldn't: I didn't have sex until I was 17, but at 13 I had read and seen enough to convincingly write my own pornography and tease strangers. There were a couple times that I "phoned."

When I think back on my early teen years, I don't feel ashamed. I understand that a lot of it was cultural-- the internet was there and it was so accessible, especially with parents who didn't know how to use it. I also have a feeling that since I was so highly sexual, if I hadn't had some sort of outlet, I wouldn't be able to say I've had far, far fewer partners than most girls I know. And I won't lie to you and say that I don't love porn. However, now that I'm older and wiser, I realize I did a lot of really stupid things that could've got me killed.

I can't imagine the pressures that are out there today. I'm 21 and I'm far from a prude. I don't think there's anything wrong with doing any "perverted" thing you want to in the context of a consenting, trusting relationship. I'm not afraid of sexuality, but I'm disturbed by it when I see it everywhere and that few people are batting an eye.

One day I was driving to work and I turned on the radio-- rare for me-- and heard "Love Games" by Lady Gaga for the first time.

"Let's have fun, this beat is sick, I wanna take a ride on your disco stick." (Full lyrics)

I am 21, you guys. I have had sex. I am not a prude. I exposed myself of my own free will to plenty of things. But something about hearing this on the radio and knowing little kids are hearing it, singing it, disgusts me. And saddens me.

Or take a newer song, say, Ke$ha's "Blah Blah Blah" that goes something like:

"I don't really care where you live at, just turn around boy, let me hit that. Don't be a little bitch your chit chat, just show me where your dick's at." (Full lyrics)

I am 21. I am an adult. And this makes me feel all kinds of dirty. After the initial "oh, hell yeah, a song where a girl exploits a boy for once!" I start thinking, "wait, no, that's not what we want." Exploitation is no better in either direction. Plus, I have a real problem with the whole "shut up and fuck me, I don't give a shit about you" message-- I mean, don't women supposedly hate when men act like this?. It isn't feminism. That's turning all those misogynist ideas we're supposed to reject back around on men. So it's okay to treat men like sexual objects? People are people.

This is not what we should be teaching people to embrace.

I watched "Telephone" the other day. I saw Lady Gaga, half naked as usual, climbing bars in a jail and shoving her crotch toward the camera.

Today I read this article on "raunch culture," and I have to say I agree with a lot of what's being said here. Thus this rant.

Honestly, I'm sick of it. I'm sick of all the sex and the misogyny and the anti-man attitudes and basically porn being shown on my TV and in my ads. I'm sick of hearing stuff on the radio and thinking about how some mother is letting her 13-year-old go to the Britney Spears concert because she just loves "If You Seek Amy" --which, if you're not aware, is supposed to be a little hidden pun: "fuck me." I'm sick of seeing very little kids booty-dropping to "Diva" when they don't even know what their actions mean. Or maybe they do, and I think that's sadder. I'm sick of MTV.

I sound like an old lady by crying out "WHERE ARE OUR CHILDHOODS GOING?!" but I'm sick of wondering, of having to wonder. I don't hate sex-- it's a wonderful, beautiful, awesome part of life. I don't think people should be prudish. I don't think we shouldn't teach kids about safe sex, even if it means talking about oral sex, anal sex, and any other kind of sex that makes us uncomfortable to discuss. The culture and the human body are such that they will want to try things-- earlier and earlier, too-- and we are doing a disservice to our kids if we don't speak candidly and honestly.

We are doing a disservice to our kids by growing lax.

Yes, sex is out there, but we don't have to let our kids see and listen to whatever they want. Here, I take the stance that I take with videogames: if you're worried about what your kids are experiencing, experience it yourself, and then sit down and have a long talk about it. Ask kids what they think the message behind the songs they listen to are. Ask them what they think of movies, TV shows, porn. Sure they probably won't want to talk to you, but if you're a parent or any kind of guardian/mentor/whatever it is your job to talk to them, even if they don't seem to be listening. Is it embarrassing? Yes. Awkward? Yes. Important? Yes. Are they gonna tune you out? Less than you'd think.

I don't think we should go back to a culture where sex is unspeakably taboo, because I think that's wrong in its own way. I do think that we need to stop using sex so exlicitly to sell, because it's getting really out of control. Much of my problem with this hypersexual culture is that parents don't seem to want to be parents about it: they want to be cool. If your kid whines enough that she wants that mini-skirt, she'll get it, you know? And I know this isn't all parents, but when you see young children doing certain things, you can't help but wonder what the parenting was like.

The problem for me is that there's so much else that's even more damaging than porn, a form of entertainment that is what is, no mistakes. You look at porn because you want to see naked people, or laugh at a funny plot line, or get off. You know what you want out of it, so you seek it-- and parents should be talking about porn with their kids. A lot. But you watch a show because you like the characters-- but then you also see a sex scene every 10 minutes. You watch TV for the shows you like-- but then you also see highly sexual, often misogynistic ads every commercial break. You listen to music because you like the beats-- but you might not realize that the lyrics you're singing are encouraging some awful ideals. You watch the music video because you loved the song-- but the singer is half-naked and gyrating against someone.

The biggest problem is that it's so pervasive and parents just don't have enough ears or eyes to monitor their child every waking second and address every suspect encounter or bit of media.

People absorb messages almost subliminally. If you're told something or shown something or say something enough times, it becomes the norm. It becomes okay. But a lot of what I see in unavoidable places today are messages that I don't want to believe, that I don't think anyone should believe, especially not younger people who are still developing belief systems.

I am 21. I am not a prude. I love sex. But the culture I live in deeply, deeply concerns me.



What do you think about "raunch culture?"

Monday, March 15, 2010

How to Be Beautiful

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*Don't suck in.
*Wear whatever you want.
*Smile at strangers.
*Tell the truth.
*Know when to be quiet.
*Know when to be loud.
*Learn the value of a good education.
*Stop passing judgment.
*Care less about trends.
*Love being single.
*Love being a "we."
*Let your hair turn grey.
*Be as sexy as you want to be.
*Believe in something.
*Be silly.
*Speak with conviction.
*Don't hold grudges.
*Cry when you need to.
*Eat too much ice cream.
*Live the life you want, without apologies.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Love 365: Day 65 - 71


I love that I'm a completionist.

I love my small hands.

I love that I'm short. Really, really short.

I love that I know what I'm good at, and I'm not afraid to admit it.

I love that I'm punctual.

I love my wrists.

I love myself for considering change for the sake of my convictions: I'm trying to ease into vegetarianism. If any of you are vegetarian/vegan and have tips, recipes, etc. that you'd want to share, I'd be really grateful!

--Me

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I love that I'm a gentleman.

--Luke

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I love that I can make an awesome cheese sauce from scratch.

--Jennifer

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I love that I'm one of "those" morning people. You know the ones that can wake up anytime of the day and as soon as their feet hit the floor they're awake and chipper and raring to go. Yup that's me. I love that I can help people get into a better mood just by sitting beside my bubblyness. <3

Julie, +Laells+

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I love my short hair, I know it's not really ME as such but it's new and exciting.

I love my geeky passions, how I can get into huge rants about a minute detail of a book or movie.

I love the fact I'm willing to help people.  I have a friend in hospital at the moment and it's great to see everyone else team together to take care of her and her family.

I love my immature sense of humour.  Those who can't giggle for an hour at bum jokes have no idea what they're missing out on :)

--Bec, Brunch at Tiffanies

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Love what you see? Love yourself? Want to join us?
Submit your love letters, stories, photographs, etc. to chickensoupforthedorkysoul@gmail.com

Thursday, March 11, 2010

A Case of the Worries

I have a worry problem. When I start worrying, I don't stop. I'm one of those people that, when I get a concern into my head, I can't make it leave until it's resolved-- and even when it's resolved, I might still worry about it. Sometimes I get so worried that I just have to cry. Sometimes I worry that I cry too often. I worry because I don't know what I should worry about. I worry that I worry too much.

I wish I could turn this into a great article about how to stop worrying, but I don't know the answer to that yet. I believe that what's meant to be will be, and that we're all placed on an invisible track like human Disney rides. I like the idea of fate, but it's often not enough to relax my frazzled nerves. I'm not the right person to ask for tips on how to just relax.

This song is the only answer I can think of lately.




What do you do when you come down with The Worries? Or are you just super chilled-out all the time? In which case, tell me your secret!


Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Results May Vary


*Not to shamelessly plug myself, but why don't you stop a minute, think about what makes you great, and send me an e-mail for Love 365? I've been so excited by all your submissions in the past almost 70 days!

*The New Dork is where it's at. Plus, the dude reminds me of my boyfriend if his beard took up his entire face.

*An article about how video game nerds need to stop being so critical of the games they love.

 mindendeavours  I could not be more in love with this photo.


*Gabourey Sidibe may be one of the most kickass girls around.

*You know Natalie Dee and Drew, right? Want to read a really interesting interview with them? Thought so.

*I love Sarah Von's "True Story" series. Her interview with a recovered junkie is my favorite so far.



*Hey kids! Interested in social commentary?

*Robot Unicorn Attack is my new favorite game. (And just 'cause I'm nice, here's the music video for the song, if you were curious).

*Second City is hilarious: check out Sassy Gay Friend and Fancy Catz for a laugh this fine Wednesday.



These are a few of the things I'm lovin' this week, but results may vary. Tell me what you think in the comments!

 

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Far Away Friends


We live in a world where distance is sometimes inevitable; people go away to college, away to work, away to travel, away for no reason at all. It seems that that's just how it works in a world where travel is highly accessible and desired. We have so much information available to us about this planet we inhabit that we feel we can pick and choose where we want to live, and this often leads to families and friends conducting their relationships over a distance.

I met my best friend, Keri, in the seventh grade. During our Senior year of high school, her father committed suicide, setting into motion a chain of events that led her 3000 miles away to El Paso, Texas. When she first told me that she was considering moving to Texas with her then-boyfriend, I had to be supportive and understanding, even though it clearly meant the end of an era. Of course, our friendship would have changed anyway, considering that I was soon going to college an hour and a half away from our hometown, but the idea of my best friend being so far away? A little more than I bargained for. After her father's death, though, Massachusetts was the last place she wanted to be. There were too many bad, stressful memories at home. She knew she needed a change. She hopped a plane and didn't turn back.

Adjusting to the idea of someone so close to me being so far away was hard. Amazingly, though, we've stayed best friends in the three years since the move.

How you keep that connection going? I can't say it's a science, but there are a few things that have really helped us stay close despite the monumental distance.


Become Pen Pals

Keri and I try to write each other letters as often as possible. We were always into writing notes in middle and high school (weren't we all?) so writing letters has just become an extension of the teenage gossiping we used to love so much. We draw pictures, write poems, and find creative materials to write on, just to keep it interesting. Include inside jokes, always.

Share the Little Things

If you're not there to have experiences together, you're going to miss a lot of the important stuff. And the important stuff is, well, important. But I find what really keeps you feeling involved is sharing the stupid, trivial, no-big-deal things that happen in your everyday lives. That's what you did before, right? So why not tell your friend about that weird kid in your Shakespeare class or that funny thing that happened on the way to the supermarket? Sometimes I feel like I have nothing to say when Keri and I talk because I can't think of any Big Important Life-Changing Stories, but the truth is, part of why she's my friend is that we really enjoy the minutia of each others' lives. There's always something to say.

Don't Forget to Save the Date

Remember birthdays and other significant days, whether it be through a phone call, a care package, or a Skype date.


Make Time

One of the most difficult parts of being a long distance friend, for me, is that I tend to let time get away from me. I plan on calling and let the plan slide because I feel that I have too much to do: stuff that's right in front of me that thus feels way more pressing and immediate. Sometimes it's definitely not pressing or immediate, it's just that one of the ways I can make time is to cross a phone call off my list-- especially because when my best friend and I talk, we talk for hours. If you truly are busy, let the other person know and stick to a time limit. It's better to catch up for a half an hour than to put off talking for weeks at a time. If you do have time, make sure you prioritize: a really close friendship is a terrible thing to let fall to the wayside.

Online Networking

You're Facebook friends, right? Enough said.

Save Up for a Meet-Up

How about you start a wee little fund to buy a plane ticket to where your friend lives? If you save a little each week, a relatively costly trip can turn into a very manageable expense. Sure, it'll take awhile, but isn't it worth it to hang out with one of your favorite people?


Do you have any long distance friends? How do you stay close? If you didn't, what do you think went wrong? Any tips you'd like to add?

Monday, March 8, 2010

Chatroulette

I decided to dive headfirst into the world of Chatroulette. The site's only been up since November of last year, so it makes sense that I haven't heard too much buzz about it until the last month or so. Funny screencaps are popping up everywhere, and it seems to be "the next big thing"-- even if, as Jon Stewart said, all internet sensations seem to be some combination of the same old stuff. That aside, I've been curious about it. I haven't talked to internet strangers since my admittedly-sordid AOL chat days, and even then I'd never shown my face to anyone. I had never seen these people doing crazy things or jacking off or just staring at me curiously.

So on Friday night I decided to check it out. I was really nervous, partially because I didn't know if I'd just get a bunch of people saying "hey, fat chick!" or something, and I wasn't really prepared to deal with a lot of undue cruelty. But, hey, I am a veteran of the internetz: I have been on LueLinks. I can deal with anything.

It really does feel supremely awkward at first. Far more awkward than encountering one of the billion penises is finding a normal person, just sitting there, waiting to find something amusing or interesting, but instead they found you, another normal person just sitting there waiting to find something amusing or interesting. And perhaps you stare for a moment, not sure what to make of each other. Maybe you'll say hello, but probably not. One of you will probably disconnect in hopes of finding what they came to Chatroulette for.

There were moments when the whole thing creeped the hell out of me-- like finding much older men staring into their webcams expectantly. This is definitely one of those websites that I don't think teens should be going on.

There were moments when I realized how judgmental we all are. Chatroulette really forces you to confront the idea that we are constantly passing snap judgments on people. After awhile, you realize you "nexted" every guy with a beard, or girl, or nerdy boy, or person with tattoos, etc. and you have to stop and wonder why you wouldn't want to talk to that person and really examine the thoughts that go through your head upon seeing any one of these individuals. Or maybe I'm making this whole thing sound like it has way more potential to be "deep" than it does.

That aside.

It was after I came across a man in a priest costume eating baked beans that I decided I would be able to tell you about Chatroulette much better through a bunch of screencaps than through words. Unfortunately I totally forgot to get a picture of Baked Beans Priest. Boo.


Most of Chatroulette is waiting for the thing to give you someone to talk to.



I found a woman doing what seemed to be a performance art piece cutting paper.



I met a video of a gopher.



There was pillowtalk with a luchador.




I found out that there are indeed pudgy older men dressed in latex cat suits. I didn't capture it, but he was also miming cat things, like licking his paws.



There are plenty of people asking you to show tits. This guy said just as I was disconnecting "if you like French bread and the Eiffel Tower, you should do it."



And then there were moments like this one that were incredibly genuine. When I connected to this guy, I saw him lean a little closer to the screen to see me and just smile. And I smiled back, because it was one of the friendliest, nicest smiles I had seen in a long time and it really made my night.


Have you ever been on Chatroulette? What was it like for you? If you haven't, why not?

Friday, March 5, 2010

Love 365: Day 58 - 64


I love that I speak too loudly.

I love that I have the courage to pursue my dreams.

I love that I'm learning to take risks with the way I dress.

I love that I'm responsible with my finances.

I love my intelligence, and that I'm not afraid to show it.

I love that I'm trying harder to face my disorder. Coming out to the internet and people close to me a year ago was really difficult, and though I can't say I've gotten a whole lot better yet, I know I'm trying the hardest I ever have to work through things.

I love that I'm not afraid of snakes.

--Me

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I love that I'm not afraid to be ridiculously silly.

--Luke

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I love my sense of humor. It's kind of sarcastic. Okay. It's A LOT sarcastic, but I like it.

I love that I laugh and smile as often as I can. It's so much easier to smile and it doesn't hurt. You know that tense feeling you get in your ears and jaw just before you cry when you're all upset? That feeling sucks and I choose not to feel it as often as I can. I CHOOSE HAPPINESS!!

I love that I can draw just about anything I set my mind to drawing. I love the style that I've developed for myself. I love to illustrate and draw pin ups and fashiony things and I used to be so concerned when I was young that I developed my own unique style. I finally just stopped worrying about it and let it develop and I love what I came up with after all that time. It was worth the wait.

I love that I am ready to go back to work. After a long five months and yucky winter of some of the worst depression, anxiety, and panic attacks I've ever had I'm ready to get back to work. I want to go back to work even. I love that I held on long enough to realize that getting help and a lot of therapy will be the key to becoming a healthy person. This is a much better way to live my life.

I love that I'm Canadian. I'm not sure what I love particularly about it. I'm not overly patriotic or anything and I'm definitely not walking to work in my snowshoes. I live in Southern Ontario in a city that's a lot like Flint, Michigan. Yes. I can be that exact. Anyways. The point is I really enjoy being Canadian and poutine is actually a damn good meal if you've never had it.

I love that when I decide to start a hobby I dedicate myself to it. I sometimes become slightly obsessive about it. Some of these hobbies include collecting beach glass (washed up broken glass that's smoothed out from the sand and water) and making starburst wrapper chains (mine got out of control and I think there's over 3ooo wrappers in it now and I can run it from one end of my apartment to the other).

I love that I always have something to talk about. I can make a conversation with damn near anyone. I am THAT good. lol
--Julie, +Laells+

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What do you love about yourself? Share with us, won't you?
E-mail me at chickensoupforthedorkysoul@gmail.com

Thursday, March 4, 2010

On Being a 20-Something Non-Drinker


When I met slam poet Jared Paul last weekend, I noticed a single patch on his jacket that said the following: "IT'S OKAY NOT TO DRINK."

I never drank in high school. My friends and I weren't "cool" by any stretch of the imagination-- with me being particularly nerdy-- so we never had party invitations rolling in. I can't speak for them, but I was never interested in alcohol or drugs. I was very focused on school, and I was very sure about what constituted a good time. I enjoyed watching movies, baking, going to the mall, reading, and creating fake poetry/jazz nightclubs at sleepovers (this is not a joke-- my best friend and I are weird). I was content with my party-free life.

At the tail end of year 16, I met my first boyfriend, who was big into pot-- and other drugs on occasion-- and alcohol. In my head, I knew better than to get involved with him, but once he told me he loved me, I was hooked on him. I asked him to stop doing drugs, and as far as I know, he did. However, he still smoked cigarettes and got drunk on a daily basis. Half the time I saw him, he was drunk, and when he was drunk, our interactions could go any number of ways: several times he broke up with me and then apologized later, he'd be incredibly hostile, he would be so loving that I forgave all the shitty things he'd do to me and the way his lifestyle made me sick. For the first time in my life, I was the girl hanging out late at night in the woods by the train tracks and trying to look tough in alleyways. The way First Boyfriend lived was intriguing, because I'd never been so close to drugs and alcohol and general debauchery. Still, I didn't really want to be a part of it.

The first time I tried alcohol, I was 17. I hated it and didn't get the appeal.

When I was 18, I finally cut off my toxic relationship and started dating my current boyfriend, who's never touched drugs or alcohol. He's a much better fit for me for many reasons, but his abstinence from substances is definitely a plus.

Of course, when I was 18, I went to college. I went to some parties, where I would take a red cup of something in order to fit in, but usually wouldn't drink it. I felt cool enough being included, even though parties made me nervous and uncomfortable. After awhile, I stopped feeling included and started feeling frustrated that in a room full of trashed people, I related to no one. Many of my close friends from home who never had to drink to have fun started drinking and trying drugs. My freshman-year roommate and her friends, all previously non-drinkers, started partying. I felt completely isolated.

I still feel completely isolated. I am 21 now, and the whole drinking thing is still as unappealing as it was back in elementary school or whenever we started being told drugs and alcohol are bad. I go out and drink maybe twice a year, one drink per occasion. I have never been drunk, and have no desire to experience it. That makes me feel like some sort of alien.

For me, not drinking makes sense. My father has an alcohol problem, First Boyfriend has an alcohol problem, my current boyfriend's adoptive father has a major alcohol problem. I don't enjoy the taste of alcohol or the idea of being drunk-- I would rather have a good time while sober, even though it seems that most of my peers aren't into that sort've thing. I know people who get drunk and hook up and make fools of themselves when they deserve so much more respect.

Binge-drinking is terribly destructive for the mind and body. I worry about the kind of people my generation will grow up to be-- will the party ever end for them, and how will it? The whole idea of drinking for fun--and to adhere to social norms-- is incredibly immature. That I think this makes me very different from 99% of the young people I encounter. I feel like an old lady.

My best friend moved to Texas and got into drugs and alcohol for awhile. When she decided to stop, she realized how much she missed the days when we had sleepovers and baked brownies and watched Monty Python and said ridiculous things until late, late at night. She said she'd never be able to find a relationship like ours again, because no one she knows would do any of those things sober. She said how you always see photos on Facebook of people doing funny things captioned "and I wasn't even drunk yet!" and that she wishes she knew more people like us that wanted to be playful and silly just because, without needing an excuse. The things that make our friendship the dearest thing in our hearts seems to exist in a bubble, ours alone.

The fact that I don't see drinking the same way as many of the people I know makes me feel proud of myself, but it's also incredibly saddening. Sometimes I get this sense that I'll never have the memories my friends will have, the wild stories, and that somehow that makes me very uncool. My boyfriend summed it up pretty well one Friday night after we'd played video games, had sex, and watched some ridiculous show on Spike TV: "do you ever feel like we're missing out on something?"

The more I think about it, though, the more I really don't think I am.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Vogue Curvy


Vogue Italia has added a new section to their website called "Vogue Curvy," dedicated to the celebration of plus-size bodies and fashion-- and by curvy, they don't mean girls like Lara Stone. Amen to that. They also started Vogue Black, which I can already tell I love because of the inclusion of an article titled "Love Your Natural Hair."

Both of the sites look excellent, and I'm going to dump a lot of spare time into browsing the contents. Michael Jackson is on the homepage of Vogue Black, and there's a gallery of Curvy Icons in Vogue Curvy. Seriously, I'm not going to get anything productive done today.

I have one teensy problem, though.

While I think that it goes without saying that a major player in the fashion industry acknowledging these two oft-marginalized groups is great, I'm a little disappointed at the idea that they have been sectioned off from the "regular" site. Why not just integrate all of these wonderful topics and photos into the main site? Are people who are Black and fashionable or curvy and fashionable so different from skinny White people that they can't all be adored in the same place?

Is it as bad to have Vogue Black and Vogue Curvy separate from the standard Vogue Italia page? Is this just another way of segregating people who aren't seen as the aesthetic ideal by today's media? Are you offended? Am I over-thinking?  Let's talk about it in the comments!

Monday, March 1, 2010

Hello, Monday!


Hello, you lovely ladies and gents! I'm in an exceedingly great mood this Monday 'cause guess what-- I was just accepted for an internship! I've been asked to work with The Pulse Magazine, a lifestyle and entertainment magazine over here in Worcester, MA. I'm pretty pumped, I have to admit-- especially because they're already taking about publishing the writing samples I sent them (and if there's anything better than a writing sample, it's a clip). If I accept the position, it's going to be challenging to get back and forth, but I think it'll be totally worth it. I'm in the process of getting the *ahem* deets and filling out paperwork since I need to do the internship for credit.

Other things on my to-do list? I have to finish a video game for homework. Yes, you read that correctly. I chose to write a review for class on Spirit Tracks, which I totally forgot once school reared its ugly head, so I need to actually finish up the game at last. Tough break, I know.

Also, this:


Thanks so much to the wonderful Zmaga for giving me this blog award! You made my day even better! Now I'm supposed to list 7 things about myself, so here we go...

1) I can't watch shows about murder/death while I'm alone at night. I love all sorts of macabre, gory stuff, but if it's past dark and something creepy comes on TV, I can't bear to look.

2) I hate milk chocolate and avoid eating it (as part of a highly desirable candy bar, I can tolerate it-- here's lookin' at you, Butterfinger). However, dark chocolate is one of my favorite things ever.

3) I like more Akon songs than I'm willing to admit.

4) When I go out to eat, I reliably order something involving buffalo chicken. My mother used to joke that I should write a buffalo chicken guidebook. I guess this leads me to wonder when I'll start eating like an adult.

5) My computer contains an absolutely staggering amount of porn.

6) I am a fan of the much-maligned hickey.

7) I hate dudes with six-packs.

Who else should get this award and share some random facts?  Kelly, Sydnie, and Elaine, I choose you!

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