A Review of Having a Boyfriend

I'm going out of town this weekend with the fam, so there will be no more reviews until Monday. Just giving you a heads up so you don't get really mad at me. But you're in for a treat, because this might be my favorite review so far.

Things I like: It's nice to have someone that is required to listen to what you have to say, think, and feel. And at least smile at you when your jokes aren't funny (we all want to believe our Bill Cosby impressions are spot on). And sometimes it's good for your confidence to be comfortable enough around someone that they think it's okay to tell you you're crazy and annoying (I still believe your rendition of the Star Spangled Banner really did sound better in the shower). Hopefully he at least gives good hugs though.

Someone notices your unmentionables besides yourself (for better or worse). And it gives you lots of opportunities to say "don't mention those" whenever they're seen, even in the hamper (I do it all the time).

TV shows are always funnier when someone is watching with you. Movies are always better. Music is more exciting. Going out to eat is more enjoyable (unless you date one of those guys who tries to order everything with a fake accent, or who schmoozes [real word, looked it up] with the waiter. In that case it's just more awkward). Getting drunk is less humiliating (at least slightly, or aimed at a smaller audience). And there's always a better excuse to eat ice cream.

What I would change: There's a lot less time for Gossip Girl, plucking your eyebrows, doing Napoleon Dynamite impressions with your sister, and making up new dance routines. Or at least less opprotunity to partake in these activities without enduring harassment and subsequent self hate and humiliation.

Having a boyfriend (or girlfriend) gives some people the false sense that it's okay to call another person "honey". Even though some girl had that name in a movie (I think it was Jessica Alba), it's still not okay. Honey is sticky and comes out of bee's butts (I think). Any other pet name is better (even shnukums). But I'll be hoenst, first names usually work best. Even when you're in love.

They realize that when they fart in front of you, you laugh. While you're still grossed out and finding it compteletly unattractive, you still can't help giggling like a school girl. It gets old, really fast. But you're still laughing. Hey, farts are funny.

Your entire concept of personal space, and more importantly, your bathroom routine is a disaster. Not only do you not want him to hear you pee or see the weird face you make when you're putting on mascara, but god forbid there was anything else girls did in the bathroom besides pee (which I still deny actually ever happens, but if it did) it would create a borderline unbearable situation (almost enough to make you wish you were single). Invited to spend the night? Maybe. A whole weekend? I'll have to stop by my house mid-weekend to get...a change of shoes. Sharing a hotel room for a long period of time when you've first started dating? Out of the question. Especially if you have major poop anxiety (which my early research estimates effects about 60% of girls).

What it makes me think/feel: Like relationships are weird things. Sometimes it feels like no one should know that much about you (and to be honest, he/she probably doesn't want to know everything. Especially family jokes from your kindergarten vacation, or what days you lost your teeth and how much the tooth fairy brought, or even the fact that you weren't potty trained until mid way through 5th grade). Some things are better left unsaid. But all that said, having a boyfriend can be great. And I'm lucky to have one who really does listen and care (and is honest enough to tell me there are certain things I'll never be able to do, like be a professional boxer).

A Review of Family Gatherings

We've all got to go to them, at least once or twice a year. I personally love them, even when they go wrong. And just look at that cute family photo. It's clearly not my family (I've got a sister, not a brother. But that little girl is close to my height). I found it on Google images.

Things I like: They have the potential to be a good time. I mean, some are just recipes for success: Christmas (a tree indoors, a fat man, and tons of presents!), Thanksgiving (massive amounts of food and shameless eating all day, at least 3 kinds of pie). But it's the family events that don't come with door prizes you need to be more worried about.

Family events allow you to reestablish and redivide into family cliques(tribes). The kids table will always be the kids table, and good ole' Uncle Paul will always be in the clique with the stuffed animals and the dog (come on, everyone's got a sleazy uncle whom no one wants at their table).

They are a place to reveal otherwise boring and unimportant information and have people pretend like they care. Or to reveal huge, very important information and have people tell you you're crazy (families judge).

Things I would change: There is always, always an awkward silence (usually more than one). That's when it's good to have a baby or a pet around, because you can just pretend like you were enamored in their cuteness. Or make a comment about it to break the silence. "She just loves her little toes, huh?" or "to think, someday she'll probably get arrested".

If it's a family event of a family not your own, it's a while different ballgame; your true emotions must never be shown. If you're mad, you're happy! If you want to argue back, you can't, just act happy! Hungover? Act Happy! Scared of aforementioned creepy uncle? Happy, Happy, Happy! Whereas if it's your own family, everyone has a free pass (and does) act an exaggerated version of whatever their feeling (and it's usually never happy). You're mad, start yelling/throwing! You're hungover, start throwing up and claiming date rape. Scared of the creepy Uncle? Ask grandma about the family secrets (and then don't keep them). Drama, Drama, Drama.

What it makes me think/feel: That there will always be expectations at family events (and no holds barred grandmas to tell us when we haven't met them). There will probably be cheesy, forced photos, and the creepy uncle will probably try and go for the awkward kiss on the cheek (and the lips if you're a friend of the family). But most importantly there will be all kinds of crazy, unconditional love (or else you should probably call DCF).

A Review of Cooking

I'm not very good at it, but I know how to follow directions so I can get by. Baking is more my style. But cooking helps to give people a cultural identity (or a reason to be really mad when you assume they like food from that cultural group).

Things I like: There is a correlation between age and cooking that is seen in few other things. Your age compared to your cooking skills directly relates to how cool you are. A little kid cooking? Cute! A young adult that cooks seems refined. But an adult that cooks? Expected. If you're over 30 and can't at least cook some chicken and rice than you're lacking basic survival skills.

There is an entire television channel devoted to it. But, they have to disguise it by calling it the FOOD network so dudes don't feel weird watching it, and so they don't have to make excuses for putting things like eating contests on there where the actual cooking part is least important. It's really the only domestic activity that could pull off having its own show, let alone channel. The laundry network doesn't really have the same ring. I'm sure the housekeeping network may get a few early followers (weird dudes with high hopes) but once they realized the girls weren't in maids outfits and that cleaning is kind of gross, they'd probably give up. Now that I think of it, gardening has a few shows. But lets be honest, are they serious? No, I don't care how beautiful and big our hydrangeas grew, I'm going to flip back and see who can eat an 8 pound burger in under and hour.


Things I would change: It takes a million ingredients to make anything (if you use any recipe besides boring white people classics). I think this is why frying is so popular. "No I can't find soy paste or llamas milk. Just throw the darn thing in the deep fryer!"

It's one of the only activities in which its often cheaper, and almost always better, to pay someone to do it for you. Which takes some of the fun out of doing it. Unless you're one of those dumb people who goes out and buys the $12 dollar PB&J from Panera, or the $16 salad with no dressing, cheese, croutons, or anything not green, in which case you're just wasting your money (I'm guilty of this).

And finally, cooking is dangerous! Fires, burns, explosions, amputations! Just think of all the threats. Anything requiring fire and knives should require some sort of training badge first. There are people in this world who should never try.

What it makes me think/feel: It makes me think that we've come a long way from the days of hunting and gathering, when a feast was a giant piece of cattle. And thank god for that. Look how great our population has turned out now that we've introduced the french fry, and people are so desperate for grapes all year round they'll ship them across the world. These things are certainly better for our bodies and environments.

A Review of Airplanes

Because I recently flew on one, and they've been all over the news lately (that part isn't funny), I think they merit a review. I mean, they're pretty big.

Things I like: They're fast! Much more efficient than road tripping, and they don't require countless mix tapes or ridiculous car games. I never understood playing "I see, with my little eye...something red". You do realize you are moving? If it isn't something within the car, it's pointless. And if you actually picked something inside the car, you're lame. The game is doomed. And people spend more time trying to explain the latest car game than they actually do playing it (and twice longer than that explaining why it really is fun and was better the 1st time they played). Planes let you avoid all that. You don't even have to talk, it even kind of hurts your ears a little to try and listen.

There's always a small chance you'll survive a plane crash and end up on a mysterious, supernatural island. Or hey, you might at least run into a celebrity at the airport. There is also the chance that you will meet someone new, interesting, and cool. Or at least useful to you in the future (I'd use the term networking here, but I think it's really lame. I picture business men standing in a circle holding hands). But the chances are better that you'll meet a smelly, old, overweight accountant who wants to tell you how all of his 14 cats got their names (don't get me wrong, I love cats. But I don't want to sit next to that guy on a plane).

I also appreciate the fact that they look like giant birds, which is sort of fun if you're pretending to be in a movie (I hope I'm not the only one who didn't grow out of that phase yet).

Things I would change: You usually have to pay extra for your in flight snack (except on Jetblue). There was always something rewarding about the "free" club soda (don't you love when people use quotation marks like that. Like it's an inside joke or something. "oh, it's not really free because of tickets and fees and stuff, I get it". How clever). But it used to be nice to get your soda, crackers, or mini bag of pretzels. Like a little prize for paying hundreds of dollars to be in extremely close proximity to strangers in an environment in which your head may explode. A reward for not freaking out, or doing anything publicly unacceptable (or smelly).

I also don't enjoy the instructional safety demonstration. Which is a little unsettling because in the past we've usually only practiced drills when there was an imminent threat (duck and cover, tornado drills during hurricane season, etc). The worst past is that everyone tunes out except for me, but that's because I'm under the impression that knowing how to die safely and in an orderly fashion may be of great importance someday. When the time comes, I'll bet you wish you'd practiced.

The turbulence always, always waits until you finally get up to use the bathroom (even though you've been waiting for an hour for the right time). As soon as you shut the door, the shaking starts. It's like the pilot knows and wants to play into your fear of dying with your pants down.

What it makes me think/feel: Like I'm doing something I shouldn't be doing. If all things point to crazy, maybe it is. But at the same time, a plane is better than a car, train, or bus in the following ways: Less likelihood of flat tires, greater number of occupants, wings > anything without wings, planes are the only one that flies (literally), attendants help and reassure you, no possibility for backseat drivers (these days, a backseat drive in a plane gets shot), two or more engines vs. one mini engine, no speeding tickets. And finally, snakes on a bus, snakes in a car? Nothing compares to snakes on a plane! It clearly trumps the other options.

A Review of Water Parks

I guess in theory, water parks sound like a good idea. They're certainly a success around Central Florida (except for that extra gross one Water Mania that closed down). But the more I think about them, the weirder they seem. Any place where there's more than a 25% chance you'll see a little floating turd, shouldn't be swam (swum?) in.

Things I like: First and foremost, they're full of tourists. And tourists are almost always fun (unless you work retail). Especially at water parks. Your big camera is probably not waterproof though, just a heads up. You're going to have to get someone else to take the photo of you and your kids in matching Speedos! Also, there's the big people, small tube equation that can be fun for observation (but depressing after a little while). It's also kind of fun that the whole place smells like sunscreen. So, if enough people buy the expensive brands, you start feeling like you're somewhere exotic (not off the side of I-drive).

The water also smells a lot like chlorine, which gives you a false sense of being clean. With enough chlorine, the wave pool is really just a giant human washing machine full of bleach (it's a mystery why everyone comes out red instead of white). At least we're high quality enough to air dry.

Things I would change: The slides are usually pretty fun, but they make me pretty uneasy. First of all, they usually do not surround you, many of them are open on the top leaving a lot of room to slide right over the edge and into the fake grass 100 ft. below. And any theme park made out of a majority of plastic doesn't sound quite right to me. Would you ride a carnival ride made of plastic (it doesn't matter how thick)? And in addition, your vehicle for travel down the plastic ride? Made mostly of air! All this seems a recipe for disaster.

Not to mention, they're gross. Really gross. I love watching all the cute little kiddies floating around in their little poofy skirted bathing suits with sewn in flotation devices and all. But those little poofy skirts are covering up their diapers. And I don't like to think about what that really means. They're wearing diapers in the water. And I bet more kids (and adults) have peed in the water than have ever peed in those little potty training toilets.

Worst of all, I'd rather see vomit, rats, and three dead bodies in the pool than a floating Band-Aid in the lazy river. It's the absolute worst.

What it makes me think/feel: Sticky, sweaty, chafed, and running away in terror of scabby little kids and their creepier parents. And happy there is such a thing as a private pool.

Just a head up, if you add an extra f to the word chafed (chaffed), it then means to mock, tease, or jest in a good-natured way. Nothing good-natured about the other meaning.

A Review of Sporting Events

Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap your hands. I still refuse to believe there is a person inside the mascot costume (but now I at least go for more than the ice cream cone).

Things I like: They’re fun almost always, and being at them is far superior to just watching on TV. Mainly because when you watch on TV it is usually just as stressful and intense, however it isn’t publicly acceptable to scream at the top of your lungs, clap and stomp to a beat, cheer vulgar songs, and bang plastic tubes together. Unless you’re just home watching with the dog (but he’ll probably pee on your carpet because he’s so scared).

But really, acting insane is half the fun of being at a sporting event (the other half being the fact that you’re actually at a sporting event). You can just follow animal instincts and use loud sounds and body movements to deal with and express all of your emotions. I just hope people remember this behavior doesn’t translate well into other spheres of your life. Your boss will never think it’s funny when you BOOO a new client (even if he doesn’t make his free throws).

They’re also really the only place where it is encouraged to hate people who are different (at least the only place in which the president isn’t afraid to be a part of). Wearing a different jersey, the wrong hat? Good luck getting to your seat, it's like a whole new level of discrimination.

Things I would change: I could do without the fact that it gives dudes such a false sense of manhood, taking high fives to a whole new level, chest bumping, too much beer, etc. No, it’s not okay to throw peanuts at the guy three rows down. Even if you think you can take him. You wouldn’t see a guy a few seats over on the subway and start throwing paper balls from the New York Times at him. Even if he’s wearing a pink shirt!

Also, it’s a little embarrassing how desperate people act for a free T shirt (it’s going to be an extra large and will never shrink enough to fit you), or for a free ice cream or slice of pizza (you’re probably already enjoying some nachos anyway). You see people jumping up and down, waving their arms and screaming as if this one item will turn their misfortune around. If you are really that desperate for a giant white shirt, you probably should have saved the 12 dollars you spent on your nose bleed seats and bought your kids some rice.

There is always a lame person with a microphone and cheesy suit walking around the stadium/arena talking to fans and trying to get everyone pumped up. Or leading ridiculous games (I think I’d rather watch the commercials). You can totally tell he/she thinks (wants to believe) everyone is really cheering for them instead of the team (I’m sorry you never made the lacrosse team).

What it makes me think/feel: Always worried that someone is going to start the wave. It causes a lot of anxiety. I don’t want to stand up in the middle of a good play, and I don’t want everyone around me to stand up and block my view of the good play. Why do you always wait until the last 5 minutes of the game to try and start it? It’s always two dudes (the only two who actually haven’t been drinking, and really came to the game in hopes of “being the guys who started the wave”), and they won’t give it up. Let me just throw this out there, although you may think it looks cool, the players aren’t watching.

A Review of Time

This is on time (literally). Even the sun can tell time (I don't know what they talk about but I'm sure it's important). Time to start reviewing it:

Things I like: I love sports, and in most sports it’s very important. In most team sports it’s counting down (who knew time was capable of counting, do you think I could teach it to read)? And for runners and bikers (and other races) it’s counting up.

Time and I have a lot in common, for one, we both like to travel. Its preferences are a bit more complicated and high maintenance than mine though. I like a quick weekend trip to the beach, we don’t have to go back to 1974. And I usually only require a car or plane, but time always has to do it up big with some radioactive new age machine (show off). I guess no one told time that travel is supposed to be relaxing.

We both also write reviews. But the ones Time publishes are usually more serious and about movies and books. Plus, famous people get to be on the cover of it, and my face is the only thing that can be on the cover of me.

Things I would change: Another thing we have in common is that we are both very popular. People love mentioning it in their daily routines and phrases (just like they do me). There are a lot of sayings it’s a part of: “Time is of the essence”, “time is on your side”, and “time to stop smoking dope and move out of this cardboard box”. I am not a part of any saying yet, but give it a few years.

I’m also a little worried about how obsessed people are with time. People are so concerned that they commonly strap something to their bodies in order to always be aware of what it is doing (a watch, if you aren’t catching on). We hang stuff on our walls, in our cars, and next to our beds so we can always watch it. If time had a twitter, we’d all be followers.

Lastly, time changes too often. It really needs to gain some self confidence and stop getting wasted.

What it makes me think/feel: I’ve got way too much of it. I guess that’s called free time. But last time I checked time of the free variety was the most expensive of all.

A Review of Fish

What do you call a fish with no eyes? FSH (say it out loud). Weird animal, isn’t it? The only animal I can think of that we eat, keep as pets, make into trophies, hook and release, tickle, and use as interior decoration. All this, and they can’t even breathe air.

Things I like: I enjoy the taste of fish, I’ll be honest. So a definite thing I like about them is that when alive, they don’t make facial expressions, so they’re easier to eat than most animals. It’s hard to be cute when you’re underwater, can’t smile, and have weird eyes and no legs. No fish are cute, and if by chance they are, they’re too small to eat, so I’m not concerned.

They’re very trusting and have a strong faith system. They don’t seem very afraid of sharks and they clearly should be. And why else would they always think they’re just the lucky chosen one to get the floating plastic worm, or the shrimp or minnow? For that split second though, hunting for food must seem really easy. “Oh look, a gift from Neptune”. I looked it up and Neptune was the mythological god of the ocean, but I really wanted to go with King Triton from The Little Mermaid.

Things I don’t like: They are so weird. Gills, fins, bug eyes, scales? What are those things? Well, I know what bug eyes are, some humans even have those.

I also have a problem with how they smell when they’re not swimming; so gross once they come up from underwater. And for some reason no matter where you work, there’s the one person who thinks it’s okay to heat fish up in the 1980’s microwave in the break room. It’s not okay. Even on your birthday. Or after a weekend fishing trip with the guys. And this always prompts a few other employees to keep asking each other “What’s that smell?” which is almost as irritating as the person cooking the fish in the first place. What do you think that smell is? Clearly Mary from accounting didn’t see the NO FISH I wrote up under the NO SMOKING sign.

There are a few too many varieties and it becomes very hard to keep up with. Fighting fish (the ones with anger management issues who can’t make friends), Gold (the wealthy ones with short life spans), Tuna (the ones that don’t look quite right and come in a can), blow (the ones with drug problems), clown (the creepy sideshow ones that show up uninvited to birthday parties), and rainbow (the proud ones that have their own day at Disney).

What it makes me think/feel: I think what they really need to breed is Social Worker fish, because they seem like a very complicated bunch. And for all that traveling in schools they do, they don’t seem very smart.

A Review of the Letter C

It may not be as educational as Sesame Street, but what do you expect without the help of puppets?

I should just get this off my chest before we start because I don’t want to lie to you: C is, and has always been, my favorite letter. Therefore, I can’t promise that this will be an unbiased and professional review (as all the previous reviews have clearly been).

Things I like: I definitely think one of the letter C’s best qualities is that you get to go up a note higher when you get to it in the ABC’s song (try it out, it’s true, the first note change). I don’t know anything about music so I can’t tell you about how wonderful the actual note C is, but I’m sure it is just as cool as the letter’s cameo in the ABC’s song. And the letter is also very powerful, I know this because just by saying the letter, it can mean actual full words (see, sea…ok I thought the list here was going to be a little longer).

If you know me at all, than you know that all of my favorite foods start with the letter C. If I could only eat foods of one letter, I’d certainly pick those of the C variety.

Cake (regular and of the pan), candy, cereal (if this was the only C food I liked, I’d still pick C because I love cereal that much), club soda, cheese, cherries, chicken, chicken noodle soup (I don’t know if that needed its own label), chocolate, coffee (iced), cookies, corn (popped, cobbed, and kettled), cottage cheese (oh, double C, if this was Scattergories I’d be scoring big points), crab, croissants, and the list could keep going.
(I don’t know if you noticed, but I alphabetized the list, because the alphabet has clearly been on my mind). But think about it, do all of your favorite foods start with a certain letter? Maybe it’s genetic.

On a hockey jersey, a C signifies that you are the captain. Just another reminder of how much a leader, but also a team player C is. Think about other letters on your clothes, if you’re going with A it might look bad (circa 17th century The Scarlet Letter). C is a safer bet.

Things I would change: I’ll be honest, it comes a little too early in the alphabet. By the time you get to Z it’s been forgotten and overshadowed by X, and the LMNO group. Another problem is that a lot of gross words start with this letter, like one real bad one I won’t say. And curd, crusty, callus, and cowabunga (dude). Another thing that starts with the letter C that I’m not okay with is Car, and clearly driving isn’t one of my strong suits (6 accidents later, we’ll C how long they’ll let me keep my license).

Also, if I could change the shape of the C a little, I might help it out and give it a little tail in the back or something so that it has a shape all its own, not just that of a half a handcuff or a sickle cell. But I’ll just say, the most unfortunate letter shapes are that of l and o (one’s a cheerio and the other is a stick). How uninspired our letters are, Chinese and Japanese letters must look at G (maybe our best work) and the others and think we’re lame.

What it makes me think/feel: I’m happy that I know how to read, and proud to have such a commanding, confident, and caring letter in my name (look at that alliteration). What if you didn’t have to capitalize the first letter of your name and instead you could choose your letter of capitalization? aliCia. Your initials could be anything, and might change depending no your mood (your monogrammed towels would get so confused).

A review of the Gym

Either you go, you’ve been, or you don’t believe in them, but whichever the circumstance, you can’t tell me that you haven’t heard of them. They’re everywhere. Pretty soon there will be a mini gym connected to every Starbucks.

What I like: Going to the gym is a lot safer than running outdoors. Going for a run or bike ride outside on the street, or even at a park, is like asking for danger. I don’t know if I’ll ever be old enough to not fall for the ole “Want to see the cute puppy eating lollipops in my van?” trick.

And let’s be honest, how fun are all of the exercise machines? Watching people who are confused try to use them, and using them yourself. They make you feel sort of powerful, or like you’re training to be a super hero or to be in a Kung Foo movie. Oh, and the fashion is great! There is no better way to know what you were up to in 1998 than looking at your T-shirt.

The gyms on college campuses are even better. The people don’t go to work out; they go in groups and make it a social event. I don’t think they realize that watching five friends bench press before their own six reps is a little counter productive. But hey, I’ll still be impressed when you tell me you spent 3 hours at the gym today. Even though I really know that you actually only worked out for 30 minutes, and spent the other two and a half hours watching other dudes pump iron and talking about the latest Daughtry CD.

And finally, I love that gyms give you a good reason to own an I pod (one of the only reasons really) and at the same time give you a legitimate excuse to download and listen to other wise embarrassing and merit less music. “Hey, it’s great workout music!”

Things I would change: Gyms are pretty disgusting when you stop and think about it. Even once you talk yourself past the fact that you’re probably going to get ring worm (there are creams for that, right?) and that the hip abductor probably has herpes (not as good of creams for that), then you’ve still got to worry about whether or not you’re ready to take the immune system plunge of using an abs/yoga mat. I mean, everyone uses those wipes, every time, right?

I don’t like that the locker rooms are totally awkward (Ok, I like it a little bit). Boys don’t have to take off their boxers, or put on a sports bra. I’ll never get used to walking into the locker room and seeing a butt naked girl, I always feel like I’ve accidentally walked into the wrong dressing room at the mall. And no, it’s never the attractive girls that don’t need to be at the gym in the first place. It is always the girls that do need to be at the gym that are the naked ones. Maybe they’re new and don’t understand the system of changing in the bathroom stall, or at least behind a half closed shower curtain like a middle schooler still embarrassed about her Little Mermaid underwear would. Or maybe they just want to feel liberated and make the most of their gym experience, because it more than likely won’t last. But whatever the case, it’s uncomfortable, and when I have to graze past your butt to get to my locker and pretend like I’m not looking (of course I am), I’m weirded out.

I could do without the personal trainers at the gym also. They’re usually only used when someone first starts out at a gym and gets their free introductory personal training sessions. The rest of the time they’re standing there looking buff, and watching you, just waiting to tell you (or at least think about) how your squats will hurt your knees and your pull-ups look more like you’re trying to do the worm in the air (mine look just like that). Instead, go change the lame song playing over the intercom.

I think there should be a new trend in naming gyms because what’s going on right now isn’t really working for me. They all have weird names, every one of them is something fitness: Planet Fitness, Lifestyle Family Fitness, LA Fitness (which I initially thought was a new Spanish gym, “ I’m just going to go to Banco Popular and then head over to La Fitness”). Why fitness anyway, it seems an odd choice of word? Fitness isn’t a place, but more the type of equipment that’s inside. I’m more a fan of places that stick to their roots; Gold’s Gym has the right idea. A gym is precisely what it is (I don’t really think it’s gold though).

What it makes me think/feel: Contaminated and healthy all at the same time. I’m just building up my immune system, just like eating a little dirt with your fruits and veggies.

And still a little like a superhero.

A Review of Facebook

Everyone knows facebook, so I figured I’d start there. Go big or go home, right? Well, I’m already at home. I live there. But, you get the picture.

Things I like: It allows you to keep in touch with everyone (even people you forgot existed). No, but really, it’s nice to know what Harry Potter character my elementary school teacher’s brother’s son most resembles. It lets you look at pictures of people you don’t really know, lots of pictures!! It’s one big place to post information, videos and pictures, have conversations, etc. I guess the status feature is alright too, but some people use it a little excessively. Still though, the status feature alone is better than twitter as a whole so I guess I should give it some credit. And I like that you can send messages to people that not everyone can see (how mysterious of facebook).

One major plus is that you’ll always have something to talk about: “Did you see what her status said” or “I can’t believe so and so is pregnant for the 8^th time”. I also enjoy that it allows you to convey all of the essential information so that people don’t have to make small talk. Just by checking out your profile they’ll know your age, where you’re from, where you’re working, if you went to school, movie, music, and book tastes, if you’re single, and most importantly what sex you are attracted to (thank goodness we were able to get this question out of the way early). Really, why meet anyone in real life and talk to them, when you can just follow them on facebook?

Another thing I love about facebook is that it lets you be “friends” with celebrities. This is a great feature. A lot of times it’s just a group and you can be a “fan” of whomever you want. It makes you feel like you kind of know the person and can say they’re your friend (even though if it’s a group the chances are they didn’t even have to accept your friend request). The best part of this feature, is reading what people post on celebrities’ walls, and their belief that not only is it the actual person’s profile, but that they will take their time and read each entry. Favorites include: “You looked so beautiful on TV last night! Keep up the good work, we all love and support you” and “OH MY GOD. I saw you six years ago at the Altamonte Mall when you were first getting started and you were amazing!! I got your autograph after the show. You might remember me. I was the one wearing the pink shirt!!!!! I took a picture with you. I LOVE YOU”.

Things I would change: Pretty much everything I listed in the above section. Also, stop changing the website! If it is so popular, it doesn’t need to be updated every week with new layouts and features, give it some time to get old first. I’m also not a fan that other people can tag you in pictures, I think that should be a mutual decision. But I guess you’re the one that let the picture of you be taken at the beach bent over picking up the Frisbee, or on the toilet pretending to read a magazine. I guess the moral is: Pose at your own risk.

And I think there should be a set of unspoken rules that people follow when using facebook. I’ll list a few possibilities.

1. No one should be allowed to use facebook for more than 1 hour per day. It gets awkward when we see you in person and we don’t know if we should mention that we noticed you commented on every single picture we posted within 5 minutes, and then changed your status 16 times throughout the day. Yes, I do know that you had Thai food for lunch, that it gave you a stomach ache, that Tums didn’t help, and that after work you took a 2 hour nap. But what else is new?
2. The majority of pictures you post should include pictures of other people, or you with other people, not just shots of yourself all alone and your arm in the corner trying to hold the camera far enough back and centered to show your new do. That’s what Myspace is still around for.
3. People shouldn’t post cryptic status updates that don’t make any sense except to one person. It just makes you look kind of weird. And pretentious about how funny you must be.
4. Don’t comment on your own status before anyone else does. It makes you look kind of desperate and lonely.

Other things I would change about facebook include the fact that now the main page posts other people’s conversations, I think this might be crossing the line a bit. That you can give people dumb cartoon gifts. And that people can make friend suggestions for you, because it gets weird when you don’t agree with their suggestion.

What it makes me feel: Awkward and intrusive. And totally fulfilled.

God bless you facebook for letting us do things we’ve always wanted to do, and see things we never wanted to see. And for letting us do things that used to be border line illegal, with a misconstrued sense of comfort because it has become totally normal.

Everybody's Doing it

It seems I've sold out. I've always been slightly obsessed with reading reviews. Movie reviews, music reviews, book reviews, even reviews of a new dress I want to buy. It's clear that everyone has an opinion on just about everything. Not until recently did it strike me to start writing my own down. Sometimes I wonder if reviewers have a special word bank they draw from for their special descriptive words and forced symbolism and analogies. I'll try and make do without one (or is it make due? maybe I do need a word bank).

What makes my opinion any better or more important than anyone else's? Nothing, of course.

I just thought it would be a way to better analyze the many things that I encounter. Maybe an attempt to be more reflective. It seems the possibilities are endless in things to review, but I'll use a simple formula for each item/movie/event/etc.

What I liked:
What I would changed:
What it made me think/feel:

It's as simple as that. We'll see where it goes. Read it if you're bored, give it poor reviews if it makes you more bored.