Teenage Dream/Teenage Nightmare

I'd like to take a moment of silence in solidarity with Kurt Hummel for the loss of his first kiss. As a fellow first-kiss-regretter, I feel ya sister. Hopefully Blaine will make up for that with you in the near future.


I really love Glee, and this week (horrendous Aretha mangling aside) was no exception. Finally we have a respectful, useful (if perhaps not entirely realistic) take on the how-to-deal-with-bullying issue that has been so overwrought and overdone lately! Bullying is obviously no joking matter and the idea that there are people out there who are so hurtful and cruel that kids are killing themselves is really despicable... but if we call the routine teasing we endured in primary and secondary school (one favorite incident I personally can recall is being offered a Snickers bar, only to discover - AFTER taking a bite - that it had been unwrapped and kicked around the floor of the bus and given to the first gullible kid that would take it) "bullying," it demeans what is happening to kids who are really being tortured.

Sorry, Demi Lovato, but "classmates pick[ing] on her because she was a working actress" to the point where "she turned to home schooling"? Gosh, how sad for her. NOT BULLYING. Physical assault is bullying, and even some verbal assault is bullying, but tough cookies y'all, getting made fun of is part of growing up. I went to private school and I was teased - no one is going to be safe from it unless they are the ones doing the bullying (and then we have to start delving into the deep-seated psychological issues/trauma that is at the root of one's desire to push his/her pain onto another). We are all expected to have tough skin upon finishing school and entering the "real" world, where there isn't always a sympathetic teacher or guidance counselor to help us when we're being picked on. Sometimes our bosses are the ones picking on us. (Right now I'm being "bullied" by my exceptionally hot boss, who is insisting that the Maryland Terrapins are better than my beloved Tarheels. BULLYING, Y'ALL. IT'S REAL.)

On a more serious note - if suicide becomes the best/most rational option for someone as a result of (1)rejection by peers/superiors and (2)the inability to deal with said rejection, it's a horrible thing. People SHOULD be more sensitive and kind toward each other. The "It Gets Better" campaign is really brilliant (although, come on - Hillary and Obama did ads? The point was for GAY people to talk about THEIR experiences. Being black-post-segregation/a-female-politician-slash-raging-bitch does not qualify you to speak on the matter) and will hopefully be a force for good, but overstating a serious matter only cheapens it.

So: Kudos, Glee; thumbs down, bandwagon mass media. The end.

Boob Toob

So, my friends have a tendency to come to me and ask for advice on pretty much everything from relationships to which TV shows are awesome. I have my pet shows, of course, and I recently got my Work Husband from college, "A," hooked on Ugly Betty. He started grad school in the fall, and last week I was watching some random show when he showed up on my caller ID. I picked up, said "Hey what's up?"... and he went on a hilarious 3-minute rant (down to the second, the length of his commercial break) about how I have destroyed his life because he is ooooobbbbbbssssseeeeeessssssseeeeeeeeddddddd with the show. I straight-up laughed for the entire 3 minutes.

I wish I were a better writer (or had the time to really develop my voice) so I could actually write TV recaps for a living... maybe that'll be part of my "professional" blog. I am just so into TV (the trashier the better, of course) and I'm tired of being ashamed of it!

Fave shows? Anyone? You think your DVR/Tivo queue is more awesome than mine? Sound off, beyotch!

Don't STOOOOOOOOOOOP!

Isn't having weird dreams a sign of being pregnant? I know for a fact that I am NOT prego, but I've had some doozies lately! Which means, necessarily, that I am very suddenly into dream interpretation. One thing I've heard about interpreting dreams is that if someone you know is in your dream, that person symbolizes a certain part (personality trait, time period, etc) of your life.

So what in the world does it mean when you start dreaming about being in the cast of Glee?? Ha.

Apparently I was a girl who never really got solos, not because her voice was bad but because Rachel/Mercedes always got them, and during a performance (at my high school, no less... *shudder*) of the song featured below, I somehow knew that Mercedes wasn't going to do her big diva thing (if you listen to the song you'll know exactly what I'm talking about) so I went for it... And I was the total hero, everyone was lifting me up on their shoulders and talking about how awesome it was. So, I don't even know where to begin trying to interpret that one.

Y'all ever have bizarro dreams? Start dreaming about TV shows?

Apartment fetishes (but first, a note from your resident TV-holic)

We'll get to the real-estate porn in a second, but first I'd like to talk for a minute about The Bachelorette.

I take no shame in admitting that I have been hook-line-and-sinkered into watching -- and loving -- this show. I started watching with Jason Mesnick (EVIL BASTARD) and have fallen for the eventual runner-up/next-Bachelor/ette every time, to the point where I'm pretty sure ABC reads my mind before casting the subsequent season. I loved Ali from the beginning, mostly because she seems sweetly guileless and reminds me of a previous roommate, minus most of the crazy. Or so I thought. Apparently the crazy is starting to come out as the stress sets in in the final couple weeks of the show.

So, as they'd been teasing for weeks (and Reality Steve told me months ago -- yes, I read spoilers), Frank decided to get back with his ex-girlfriend and had to tell Ali about it. He explained himself to the camera crew quite nicely, and then fucked it to shreds with Ali. Judging by her reaction, there was not a lot of editing done to his explanation by the production staff, whose handiwork is pretty easily recognizable by now. Basically, the gist of it all was that Frank was falling for Ali... but the process of falling for HER brought up feelings for his most recent ex. I think this is totally legitimate. If you are starting to get deep with a new partner, and all of a sudden you realize that there are unresolved issues with an old partner, you need to go get closure (or re-start things, if it's right), camera crew or no camera crew.

Instead of being a normal, sane person, Ali basically throws a shitfit disproportionate to the amount of trauma she ought to be feeling. I get that she feels hurt and betrayed, I've been there before, but if Frank could actually explain himself, she might get it that they've only been "dating" for what amounts to about 2 months, and if he doesn't feel that she's right for him, he should leave -- just like she's been telling all the guys THIS WHOLE SEASON. If she doesn't mean it, she shouldn't say it. He is rejecting her rose. Sorry. I liked Frank a LOT, but their relationship was strained the entire time, and either Roberto (!!!!!) OR Chris (feh) would be a much better match for her.


ANYWAY. Most of you don't care about this crap, so have some pretty pictures of apartments I can't afford.

WHY CAN'T I HAVE THIS? I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN, $1.685 MILLION?? *SOB*

$7.995M. Just gorgeous. Greenwich/ West Village (also where the first apartment is located) is too amazing, confusing streets aside.











The rest of the beautiful apartments that I'd sell my kidneys for: here

True Blood spoilers

No seriously, TRUE BLOOD SPOILERS.

This paragraph from the NYMag.com recap is BRILLIANT:

Can we just say: Eric in a sea-glass blue cashmere sweater trumps Alcide in nothing at all. During a tour of Talbot’s vampire collectibles, Eric sees a Viking crown (one of hundreds in the king’s treasure chest). It triggers a flashback to his pre-vampire days as a lusty, irresponsible Nordic prince who wants to spend all his time “between a woman’s legs.” While he’s getting busy with the redheaded goat-herder, a couple of werewolves break in and kill his parents and baby sister. As his father utters his dying word — “vengeance” — a cloaked figure in the doorway orders the wolves to bring him the Viking crown, and then glides off into the snowy night. The hooded fellow is obviously Edgington. It will be interesting to watch Eric, who is rarely emotionally invested enough to shake up the status quo, respond to being a houseguest of the man who murdered his family.

I'd like to think that he's a "lusty, irresponsible Nordic prince who wants to spend all his time 'between a woman’s legs'" in real life too. Gives me something to hope for in life. ;)