I never understood why I was drawn to characters like Liz Lemon, Olive Penderghast, Bridget Jones, Hannah Horvath, Mindy Lahiri, Carrie Bradshaw, etc.- until recently. Those women struggled to make their own niche for themselves and openly screwed up along the way. I can seriously relate and empathise.
As a child, I never really could identify with male characters because they were so stereotypically written. And if they were sensitive, he was usually a weak character. I matured and my life began to include more females who were strong like the women I admired on tv and film. Females were more complex and men were one-faceted, save for Will Truman on Will and Grace. Even now, I still identify/resonate/admire these strong female leads. They taught me how to learn from my mistakes and how to feel in my own skin.
29 May 2013
23 May 2013
I really need to stop trying to wrap my head around Asperger's Dude and his new relationship. I truly blame my inquisitive nature.
I watched an episode of Girls earlier- Hannah finds out she has HPV. I forgot it ended with Hannah and Marnie dancing to Robyn, after Marnie diddles her Skittle following an encounter with some douchebag male artist (I worked in a museum; a percentage of male artists are assholes, like N.G.). This episode helps centre me. I know that at the end of the day, my worries will fade away much like Robyn's voice in the song.
Some times, I wonder if I'm doing something wrong, then I remember that I'm being my true self and some dudes just can't understand or handle it. I've been in the opposite position of yesterday's occurence and while I admire honesty, I'm annoyed by the time wasted by emotional fuckwits.
So, I'll just continue, learning from mistakes and keeping a positive-yet-cynical attitude; I'll keep dancing on my own.
I watched an episode of Girls earlier- Hannah finds out she has HPV. I forgot it ended with Hannah and Marnie dancing to Robyn, after Marnie diddles her Skittle following an encounter with some douchebag male artist (I worked in a museum; a percentage of male artists are assholes, like N.G.). This episode helps centre me. I know that at the end of the day, my worries will fade away much like Robyn's voice in the song.
Some times, I wonder if I'm doing something wrong, then I remember that I'm being my true self and some dudes just can't understand or handle it. I've been in the opposite position of yesterday's occurence and while I admire honesty, I'm annoyed by the time wasted by emotional fuckwits.
So, I'll just continue, learning from mistakes and keeping a positive-yet-cynical attitude; I'll keep dancing on my own.
22 May 2013
22 May 2013
I'm always apprehensive about meeting guys from dating websites; today was no different. Thankfully, we had been texting regularly. The conversations were topical and some times dirty, but nothing substantial. I had an odd feeling this might not progress, so today's initial meeting had lowered expectations.
Within five minutes, I was certain it wouldn't progress, but I couldn't back out, so I took him for coffee. It was pleasant and I let him talk more than me. Call it a blessing, call it a curse, but I know I wouldn't be able to discuss the feminism (or lack thereof) of Girls or The Mindy Project; the influence of Dorian Lord on soaps; the lack of people of colour on the aforementioned tv shows; why new albums from Suede, The Ocean Blue, and My Bloody Valentine are just as relevant as they were 20 years ago; or why Downton Abbey is fucking brilliant.
In order to understand his character better, I watched Mamma Mia!, his favourite movie. It wasn't that good. I hope I never have to watch it again. After watching the film, I told him that I didn't care for it. I think he was admired by my willingness to watch it and admit my honest thoughts. I should've made him watch Dancer In The Dark.
Within five minutes, I was certain it wouldn't progress, but I couldn't back out, so I took him for coffee. It was pleasant and I let him talk more than me. Call it a blessing, call it a curse, but I know I wouldn't be able to discuss the feminism (or lack thereof) of Girls or The Mindy Project; the influence of Dorian Lord on soaps; the lack of people of colour on the aforementioned tv shows; why new albums from Suede, The Ocean Blue, and My Bloody Valentine are just as relevant as they were 20 years ago; or why Downton Abbey is fucking brilliant.
In order to understand his character better, I watched Mamma Mia!, his favourite movie. It wasn't that good. I hope I never have to watch it again. After watching the film, I told him that I didn't care for it. I think he was admired by my willingness to watch it and admit my honest thoughts. I should've made him watch Dancer In The Dark.
16 May 2013
There was a guy totally into me, but could never really show it, due to (his claim) his Asperger's Syndrome. I didn't feel like babysitting him- telling him when to pick up on social cuess, so I ended anything could happen. And now I see him with someone else and they're all about the PDA. I seriously hoped for that and nothing! He told me that I was his "ideal guy on paper." What the fuck?! I don't understand and I don't want to see it when I'm trying to have a good time at the bar. Thankfully, I had a distraction for most of the night.
13 May 2013
I've yet to figure out why Girls resonates with me. Hannah Horvath is a reminder of myself at her age- unsure about where I fit in and what I really want to do with my life, dating someone totally wrong for you just because it's a relationship, and the unconditional support of friends.
There are comparisons to Sex and the City, which I get and with which I identified as well.
Writing as always a hobby for me- something I did well and others enjoyed reading my pieces. I briefly considered a career as a writer, a journalist, but my fascination with human behaviour took over and a call to become a therapist took over.
I reserved my writing to a blog, a blog in which I recapped my life of adventures with friends, vacations, a long distance relationship, work, and actual dreams from the night before. I even tried to emulate Bridget Jones's diary, but that was short lived.
After watching Girls, I had it in my mind to start writing essays, like Hannah; they've yet to be written. I have ideas for them, like Hannah, I just need to fucking write them. But this is a start. Of what, I don't know.
There are comparisons to Sex and the City, which I get and with which I identified as well.
Writing as always a hobby for me- something I did well and others enjoyed reading my pieces. I briefly considered a career as a writer, a journalist, but my fascination with human behaviour took over and a call to become a therapist took over.
I reserved my writing to a blog, a blog in which I recapped my life of adventures with friends, vacations, a long distance relationship, work, and actual dreams from the night before. I even tried to emulate Bridget Jones's diary, but that was short lived.
After watching Girls, I had it in my mind to start writing essays, like Hannah; they've yet to be written. I have ideas for them, like Hannah, I just need to fucking write them. But this is a start. Of what, I don't know.
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