The Tinder Chronicles

*Spoiler alert, there’s some gross/creepy language ahead.

While I love staring and talking about the opposite sex, I don’t have an interest in dating at the moment. As a 25 year old straight woman, this has raised a few eyebrows. In my opinion, the only reason one would want to date, is to potentially get married. I believe that if you really want to be with someone, you need to be able to put their needs/feelings above your own. Don’t get me wrong, can I do that? Yes. Do I want to? NO.  Continue reading “The Tinder Chronicles”

So, yeah, I’m Pretty Awesome

I tend to downplay my awesomeness. I.E. when someone pays me a compliment, I tend to brush it off. More often than not because I usually don’t have the confidence to admit, that “hey, I might be talented”. It’s hard accepting compliments without feeling that A: you aren’t deserving of them, and B: you don’t want to appear cocky. I’ve also realized that I’m not the only one. Why is it, that most people (particularly of the XX variety) don’t take in positive affirmations well? I’m baffled by this. It’s like I’m automatically ready to dismiss anything nice that anyone says about me. It’s kind of sad really. So in my ever-growing quest for self acceptance, I’m challenging myself to take a compliment and accept it. No strings attached, no negative self-talk, just the appreciation that someone else likes whatever it is that I’ve done.

In unrelated news, I’ve been trucking along on my Bum Chronicles. I had the very distinct pleasure of seeing Bonobo in concert. If you’ve never listened to him I have attached a YouTube video of my favorite song of his (I love all of them, but I can’t post everything now can I?). It was at a newer venue in Las Vegas called The Brooklyn Bowl. If you’re ever in these parts, I definitely recommend that you check it out. It’s Brooklyn inspired decor plus the fact that you can eat, drink, bowl, and catch an amazing live act in one place makes it incredibly unique and super awesome to boot. Though it’s technically on the Strip, it’s far enough removed that most tourists aren’t even aware of it, which is nice for locals. But anywho, I digress. I absolutely LOVED the concert, just seeing all different types of people being moved by miraculous sounds is just something words cannot capture. The closest word I think that could describe the mood is: Harmony. I think that leaders of all countries should just attend a concert and get swept up in the vibe. Maybe we’d all get along better. Nothing like a good ol’ concert high. Well, there were people toking it up, but that’s unrelated to what I’m talking about, lol. IMG_10271IMG_10181IMG_1165

 

Also, my ventures to RedRock have been so amazing and great. I’m kind of a nature enthusiast now. Who would’ve thought? Getting out there in the open is so incredibly relaxing. It’s like my soul is being reborn every time I go. Fortunately there’s like 18 different trails, so I’ve been diversifying it up each time. I wish this weather would stay like this forever! So to some this up, learning to take a compliment, going to more shows, and getting outside more often than not are my main takeaways as of late. There’s so much to do and see, I want to take in all of it! I’m putting a bunch of photos of my shenanigans. Compliments are welcomed ;-).

 

 

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What the Hell Did I Just Watch

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I like my fair share of guilty pleasure IQ dropping TV shows. But what I’m watching now definitely takes the cake. If you haven’t heard of #RichKids of Beverly Hills, I suggest you make your way to Google right now. This show is in the same vein of Rich Kids of Instagram, which displays teenagers and early 20 somethings showing off their wildly outlandish lifestyles. Cars, shoes, clothing, anything you can drop a lot of money on they’re all about it.

Generally I find shows like these pretty fascinating. It’s interesting to see how these types of kids live. Granted they spend more money on a single item than I did on my entire college tuition. More often than not TV producers expertly spin these types of “reality shows” into something mildly entertaining while keeping the audience of more humbler means with a twinge of envy. #Richkids of Beverly Hills was so far off the beaten path it’s not even funny.

Picture 2 girls in their Mid-20s with nasally high pitched voices and underlying insecurity issues and Bam! You’ve got a show. Using terms like “funemployed” and “fabuluxe” you get the sense that these girls definitely do not understand the meaning of work. The true problem with the show is that its main characters are incredibly painful to watch. I don’t expect depth and good story lines but all in all they come off as boring and uninteresting. Yes, you spend a shit ton of money, and yes your life is fabulous YAWNNNN I’d rather watch someone getting their back waxed.

Anything would be more interesting really. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy mindless TV as much as the next person but dammit, keep my interest for at least 5.2 seconds. What makes it worse is that the creators of the show decided to bombard the viewers with faux texts and cheesy imagery. Not to mention all of the iPhone message sounds going on throughout the background. Between my actual phone going off due to work emails and my mother texting me coupled with the show, things definitely got confusing. For that, I’d recommend not watching on your computer, especially if you have a Mac.

The most amazing and ridiculous part of the show that almost made it worth my viewership was Jonathan the  gay musician. Dorothy decides to do a blood drive and due to him being gay, he is not allowed to participate. He immediately becomes offended and goes on a rampage insinuating that Dorothy is homophobic for supporting the “anti-gay” cause. Now, pump your brakes, I’m not saying I’m unsympathetic to his plight. With that being said, it is pretty comical to see him deem the American Association of Blood Banks homophobic. To add insult to injury he literally calls his best friend a homophobic bitch. Oy Vey on to Ms. Morgan.

Morgan is this crazy blonde with a tiny waist and big boobs (her words not mine). She is enlisting her boyfriend Brendan to help set up Dorothy. Dorothy goes on a mega-list on what her criteria is for the guy she wants to date. In shallow girl fashion, all of her requirements are physical and superficial. Brendan counters that you’re not going to find “everything”  in your partner (which is actually legit advice) in which Morgan promptly questions (rather threateningly) him if he thinks she is perfect. Now Brendan seems like he has some common sense so what he sees in this girl, I dunno. Maybe later on he will prove to be just as vapid. Anyway, so in crazy girl fashion this little remark that Brendan made ended of being discussed by Morgan and her mom (which she refers to as Susan). Her mother actually gives some sound advice which Morgan dismisses commenting that she will not be as annoying to her kids. Morgan actually revisits the conversation with Brendan insisting that he was drunk and stupid for saying it in the first place (insecure much?).

The show lasted for 43 minutes, 20 minutes too long in my opinion.  Frankly they should have cut it down to 25 at the max because all of the drama and content was not enough to sustain for that long. Bottom line is that there was too much time given to the 2 main girls (there were some supporting characters that seemed somewhat interesting but were not given much airtime). Develop the other characters and there may be something there. I was definitely disappointed because I thought I’d found another guilty pleasure show. Instead we have a mediocre show that caters to two boring not so intelligent adults who spend their days acting like teenagers. Personally I don’t think the show gives enough attention to the mass amounts of wealth being spent that could sustain 3rd world countries. Great job E! you’ve done it again. Lastly, I have another suggestion on what Twiddle dee and Twiddle dumb can spend their money on; my student loans. Just a thought ;-). 

 

 

 

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I Forgot My Phone

Here is a short video by Charlene deGuzman about smart phones. I was blown away by how profound it is. I think we as a society are so invested in capturing “the moment” that we fail to enjoy it while we’re living it. We then look back at pictures and video clips with pangs of nostalgia never having fully experienced that reality. And we wonder why we can’t connect with people anymore. I for one am going to get off my phone and talk to the person next time me more often. Life is too short to be glued to a phone.

Rome Wasn’t Built in a Day: The Pitfalls of Growing Up in an Instant Gratification Society

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Whenever I try something new or resolve to make a change in my life for the better, I expect insta-success. Whether it’s a new workout regimen, getting up earlier, or just being a better person, I often feel “failure” because I haven’t seen the results in the short amount of time that I begin these endeavors.

Growing up in an ever-growing technology based world, I’ve grown accustomed to not having to put much effort into certain tasks. For example, the ability  to communicate with someone across the world within seconds. Before you had to use snail mail and it would take a few days. But now, you can do it almost immediately.  You can order virtually almost anything online and have it shipped to you rather quickly too. Hell, I can order food and literally not have to interact with anyone. If I hear a song on the radio and I have to have it, I can go on my Iphone and buy it right then and there. I don’t even have to go to the store or even my computer anymore.  We’re all about the now now now.

I love all the technological advances we as a society have made, but I fear it has made me impatient. Keeping up a solid workout schedule for instance. If I’m not seeing the process instantly, I give up thinking I’ve failed. When actually it takes time. Another example, in the past my organizational skills left a lot to be desired (translation: if my head wasn’t attached to my body, I would have lost it years ago). Currently, I’ve had 7 days worth of solid success of getting my crap together. I’m trying to get back to the basics. Patience is a virtue, and good things come to those who wait.

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