Why would any self-respecting woman date Chris Brown? Seriously, answer me if there’s a reason that’s not fame, money, and sex. Because even that doesn’t add up to trump his seemingly heinous personality and documented anger issues.
Four years ago today I started a big-kid job after quitting grad school. That was a big ol’ road not taken that I never, ever wonder about. Well, almost never, ever.
Three years ago, about this weekend, I had one momentous night. I saw a guy and told him that I loved him. Sure there was drinking and music and partying that happened between seeing him and saying it, but it after years of thinking it–and living it–I actually said it. And he said it. And we drunkenly talked about how to make it work. And I offered to quit my job. And move to his city. And I meant it. Oh, god, did I mean it.
Here I am in 2015, and the time lapsed feels like a decade. I still have the job I got four years ago. I still live in the same zip code. I’m still single. I don’t often think about that one winter night and that one path didn’t materialize. But sometimes a song or reference triggers the memory, and instead of wondering what that alternate reality would have been like, I look at Iceland, and Norway, and England, Spain, Italy, and India. And I think about how, now, I’m choosing between moving to Vancouver, Boston, and London to pursue a new path. And I’m doubting any of that would have been possible. And I’m feeling pretty lucky.
She’s a god among mortals. And you know what, she nailed it this year. Patricia Arquette stood up for women’s rights without droning on or making things weird: just quick, clear, and on-point. And Meryl’s actions–what probably every clued-in woman was also doing at the TV as she realized what Patricia was saying–made the speech that much more impactful. Sisters in Solidarity.
There’s gotta be a tumblr or five dedicated to her badassness
I’m what you call a selective Catholic, also known as a Christmas Catholic, a holiday Catholic, a lapsed Catholic, and even sometimes ‘reformed’ Catholic. It’s annoying, really, the buffet of Catholicism I choose to subscribe to. People hate that hypocritical nature, of Catholics especially: “I’m Catholic, but…”
I went to Catholic school for 13 years. I’ve had all my major sacraments available to me (baptism, confirmation, the Eucharist, penance). There are priests and nuns galore in my family. I think Pope Frank is a baller among men and he’s doing awesome things for the faith. I go to mass three times a year at least, up to six or seven if it’s an extra active year for the family.
But I don’t buy all the rules of the Catholic church, hence my ‘selective’ status. I believe in the right to have an abortion (although I wouldn’t do it myself), and I believe in gay marriage, and I think sex before marriage is awesome (especially now when I’m not getting any), and I don’t think that anyone in another religion is wrong, and I don’t believe that going to church every Sunday will save my soul, and I have a penchant for taking the Lord’s name in vain.
Oh, and I’m Catholic because it comes with a diet plan and guaranteed span of fiscal conservatism. Fast for 40 days, yo. My cholesterol is so much better after Lent. I couldn’t possibly give up the one time of year that #CatholicGuilt works to my advantage. I give up pop, chips, and candy every year since I was old enough to choose my own Lenten sacrifice (chips started in college). As adult I’ve added a bonus sacrifice. Once, it was Target. That sucked. Once, it was all foods that start with the letter C. That sucked even more. This year, I’m going the mall food route–an option that’s high on frustration and inconvenience.
Time to save the belly and pinch the purse strings once more. Damn it feels good to be a
But it seems to be me now…
The more I listen to Pandora’s 2000s Pop Radio, the more I think Shaggy had right with “Angel.”
Life is one big party when you’re still young. Happy Valentine’s, lovers.
I am having a hard time staying awake at night, thanks to the traveling timezone changes. I go to bed pretty much when I get home. Tonight I work until 10, though, so that should help me get back on track.
But I have to admit that the change has worked in my favor today. I woke up at 4:15, showered, and then had plenty of time to send a quick email, make a cup of coffee, and eat cold pizza while watching an episode of Downton Abbey.