The first slightly snarky point-of-view from a former insider of "Queer Eye" -- totally fulfilling also, since it comes down on the unabashedly pro- side of things, but still has enough dirt to be entertaining. Yay, essentially positive scoops!
Oh this is an awesome article in Salon, oh yes it is. It is about the intersection between ridiculous high culture snobbery (see also Cynthia Ozick) and equally ridiculous low culture revelry (e.g., The Evil Dead et al.). Besides, anything that mentions the seminal Megadeth album "Peace Sells...But Who's Buying?" is all right in my book.
I suspect that this will surprise exactly zero people who know me well, but I have become that girl who corrects people about the way in which she is addressed. Today a very sweet man came in to ask me for a job, and he addressed me as "Mrs. O'Dell." Before I could even stop myself, I corrected, "Actually, I prefer Ms. O'Dell." And don't even get me started about the insistent (occasionally morphing into combattive) discussions I have when people use my husband's last name rather than mine.
I think this makes me both really righteous and kind of socially retarded.
Well, watching my new favorite thing, "The O.C." last night leaves me with only one thing to say to you: "You're a wonderful barbecuitionist!" I can't wait to work that into casual conversation, possibly in my officeplex elevator next time I am with the dreaded Woman Who Smells Like Raw Ground Beef from the office down the hall. (Who is bad enough, but the Girl Who Sings Atonally in the Bathroom Stalls is actually my least favorite officeplex personality.)
You can't help it — you love people: talking to them, talking about them, or simply hanging out with them. You love it all. You thrive when you're being social — whether organizing a French Club outing, playing on a team sport, or volunteering at the animal shelter. And who can blame you? There are so many interesting stories out there and how are you going to hear about them if you don't get and stay in touch with folks.
You must have a natural curiosity to keep going at your rapid-fire pace through the halls, down the street, at the local coffee shop...Just remember that being a real people person can be a big asset. You might just be headed for a career as a therapist, a salesperson, or even a politician. This school year, try polishing your skills by joining a few new clubs or sports. Not only will you meet new people, you'll have something to talk about with your old friends.
Hey, got an email from one of my sorority sisters this morning that our alma mater is making news as having the best library and also really good food. Well, at least my gabillion dollars of student loans are worth it. I might point out that the library wasn't as nice when I was there, but whatever. I am kind of psyched, in a totally nerdy way, anyway.
(And the title of this post? Just in case you're wondering, that is...it refers to our alma mater tune, sung to "Oh Christmas Tree," a thing that cracks me up every time.)
So, last night Dan and I watched VH1's mini-documentary thing on Warren Zevon. I am a real fan of his, actually, and one of the few servicable impressions I can pull off is my "Werewolves of London"-era Mr. Zevon. It was really sad but also wonderful, since it's pretty rare that I think we are provided with positive role models facing death in American society. Anyway, I am delighted to hear that critics are regarding his farewell album as on par with his best work, since what I heard of it last night was really awesome as well.