Here's an embarrassing moment: electing to drive your boss and office guests to a business lunch meeting, and having to explain the several tabloid magazines that are on the backseat screaming headlines such as "BRITNEY'S NEW LOVER IS A WOMAN!"
"Uh...well...um...all the reading I do for my, uh, graduate classes is really draining, and, uh, sometimes I just need some, uh, mindless reading..."
Friday, August 31, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
Cool moms love JT!
I'm not ashamed to admit that I went to see Justin Timberlake in concert a few weeks ago. It was a damn good show - although he used to be a boy bander, you've gotta give the guy some credit. He played both the guitar and piano in the show, danced, sang, and he's produced his own stuff (which many "good" artists have yet to do). However, as I sat in my extremely close to the stage seat with my $8.00 beer, I began to ponder two observations about the crowd.
1. The girls who wore the shortest skirts possible and hooker heels, with hair perfectly in place and make-up slathered on. For the record, I wore a tank top, jean skirt, and flip flops - standard concert wear. The craziest outfit I saw was a girl with shorts that barely covered her ass, a corset, fishnets, and what were easily four inch stiletto heels. It was hysterical because I knew that in the back of these girls' minds, each one was secretly hoping Justin would pick HER out of the crowd and fall in love with her. Or at least bang her in the back of his bus. And it wasn't just the younger set - I saw a ridiculous amount of 40+ year olds with boobs hanging out! I'm sure these ladies are also the "cool moms!" around their kids' friends (watch "Mean Girls" - you'll understand what I'm talking about).
2. The dads that were there with teenage daughters. I don't know about you, but my dad wouldn't be caught DEAD at a Justin Timberlake concert. He would very nicely drive me to and pick me up, but step foot inside the arena? I laugh in your face! However, I saw one dad who was escorting his 15 or 16 year old daughter and her friends into the arena last night. The girls were dressed in the aforementioned manner (and definitely not a manner my parents would ever let me out of the house wearing when I was that age), and the dad had that creepy look on his face. He looked like he was the type of dad who hugs his daughter's friends just a little too long when they come to visit.
The crowd was easily 85% female, so Chris banked around 1,000 good boyfriend points last night for surprising me with the tickets (and excellent seats) and then going to the concert with me. He didn't sulk or sit there looking bored, but it might have been all the beer he drank to make the concert bearable for him. I now can't complain until at least November about anything he does.
...and Chris yelled, "I'm sorry Britney cheated on you, Justin!" during Cry Me a River. All the girls hoping to sleep with Justin gave him dirty looks. It was awesome.
1. The girls who wore the shortest skirts possible and hooker heels, with hair perfectly in place and make-up slathered on. For the record, I wore a tank top, jean skirt, and flip flops - standard concert wear. The craziest outfit I saw was a girl with shorts that barely covered her ass, a corset, fishnets, and what were easily four inch stiletto heels. It was hysterical because I knew that in the back of these girls' minds, each one was secretly hoping Justin would pick HER out of the crowd and fall in love with her. Or at least bang her in the back of his bus. And it wasn't just the younger set - I saw a ridiculous amount of 40+ year olds with boobs hanging out! I'm sure these ladies are also the "cool moms!" around their kids' friends (watch "Mean Girls" - you'll understand what I'm talking about).
2. The dads that were there with teenage daughters. I don't know about you, but my dad wouldn't be caught DEAD at a Justin Timberlake concert. He would very nicely drive me to and pick me up, but step foot inside the arena? I laugh in your face! However, I saw one dad who was escorting his 15 or 16 year old daughter and her friends into the arena last night. The girls were dressed in the aforementioned manner (and definitely not a manner my parents would ever let me out of the house wearing when I was that age), and the dad had that creepy look on his face. He looked like he was the type of dad who hugs his daughter's friends just a little too long when they come to visit.
The crowd was easily 85% female, so Chris banked around 1,000 good boyfriend points last night for surprising me with the tickets (and excellent seats) and then going to the concert with me. He didn't sulk or sit there looking bored, but it might have been all the beer he drank to make the concert bearable for him. I now can't complain until at least November about anything he does.
...and Chris yelled, "I'm sorry Britney cheated on you, Justin!" during Cry Me a River. All the girls hoping to sleep with Justin gave him dirty looks. It was awesome.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
The Disclaimer
Before I get any hate-mail saying that I’m a poser, I’ll be honest with you. Yes, I currently live in Atlanta. Yes, I love it. And yes, I don’t anticipate moving home to Cresco, Iowa anytime soon. However, I lived on a farm for 18 years, 22 if you count the college years. I’ve shoveled manure out barn windows, I’ve walked rows and rows of soybeans to pick fist-sized rocks out of fields, and I’ve watched my father wake up at 3:00am only to don a pair of elbow length plastic gloves to help out an animal in labor. And he wasn’t going out to the barn in 20 degree December weather to tell the animal to “breathe deep.”
I always rolled my eyes at my parents’ “when I was your age, I walked to school uphill both ways” stories. Now that I’m 25 and have had the rose-colored glasses off for a few years now, I know what they’re talking about. The internet and news feeds of today make information about celebrities, politics and the general state of the world readily accessible. While I’m already in shock at the stupidity of my peers (Britney Spears, anyone?), I really fear for the peers of my 13 year old brother, especially since they have the Lindsay Lohans of the world to look up to.
About me: I don’t see the point in owning a $300 purse. My parents did not pay for my college education. First impressions mean a lot to me. I worked 50+ hours a week when I first moved to Atlanta – because I was broke. I think people who have had cosmetic surgery looked better before their procedures. I’m 5’8’’ and 149 pounds – and I like it. I’m not afraid of eating a hamburger loaded with cheese. I think everyone should work in retail or restaurant/bar service at some point in their lives. My living room still does not have curtains or anything on the walls because I’m not going to rack up credit card debt just so I can have a nicer place than my friends. I can’t bear to spend the same amount on a piece of clothing as I would on my car payment. And lastly, although I hated farm work growing up, I wouldn’t have traded what it taught me for the world – to be a money conscientious, responsible, hard-working individual who knows nothing is entitled to me. I have to earn respect, recognition and friendship on my own, and no amount of money or people connections in the world will lead to a true form of any of the aforementioned things.
Oh yes. And I also learned to always wear underwear and to take a cab when I'm drunk. So what if I didn't learn that on the farm? Thanks Lindsay and Paris!
I always rolled my eyes at my parents’ “when I was your age, I walked to school uphill both ways” stories. Now that I’m 25 and have had the rose-colored glasses off for a few years now, I know what they’re talking about. The internet and news feeds of today make information about celebrities, politics and the general state of the world readily accessible. While I’m already in shock at the stupidity of my peers (Britney Spears, anyone?), I really fear for the peers of my 13 year old brother, especially since they have the Lindsay Lohans of the world to look up to.
About me: I don’t see the point in owning a $300 purse. My parents did not pay for my college education. First impressions mean a lot to me. I worked 50+ hours a week when I first moved to Atlanta – because I was broke. I think people who have had cosmetic surgery looked better before their procedures. I’m 5’8’’ and 149 pounds – and I like it. I’m not afraid of eating a hamburger loaded with cheese. I think everyone should work in retail or restaurant/bar service at some point in their lives. My living room still does not have curtains or anything on the walls because I’m not going to rack up credit card debt just so I can have a nicer place than my friends. I can’t bear to spend the same amount on a piece of clothing as I would on my car payment. And lastly, although I hated farm work growing up, I wouldn’t have traded what it taught me for the world – to be a money conscientious, responsible, hard-working individual who knows nothing is entitled to me. I have to earn respect, recognition and friendship on my own, and no amount of money or people connections in the world will lead to a true form of any of the aforementioned things.
Oh yes. And I also learned to always wear underwear and to take a cab when I'm drunk. So what if I didn't learn that on the farm? Thanks Lindsay and Paris!
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