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Why I Love My Son
Tonight, I was complaining to Max about the people at our local Whole Foods store. I noted that you couldn’t tell the difference between the homeless guys and the hipsters, who were affecting the same look, i.e., filthy dreadlocks and grubby clothing.
Max replied, “But you can’t say the homelss guys are “affecting” the look.
Me: “True.”
Max: “They’re “rocking” it.”
Help, I’m On Empty
Here is the truth: Tonight, I just hate everything. Not so much hate, just don’t give a shit.
I want to be interested in something but nothing worked. I don’t give a shit about who wore what to the Met Gala. I certainly don’t give a shit about Lady Gaga or the Sex and the City movie. I’m too depressed by World Events to dwell upon them. I looked at fashion and felt that it’s being covered better elsewhere. I looked for new Whores With Blogs and discovered that Roomy has lost her bloom and the What Is Reality girl just flounces around with the Jizz Girls. It has all become so incestuous, lately!
A bunch of Second Tier Whores With Blogs have posted the usual mood boards and photos of Daul (“RIP!”,) Kate Moss, anyone who is blond and holding a cigarette. They’re all boasting about some stupid wedge heeled boots by Jeffrey Campbell or Sam Edelman ( I TOLD you they are Second Tier; they can’t afford Rick Owens or even Acne.)
The girl at Luxnoir is still chunky and in love with herself. The Dirty Flaws girl shows a photo of a weird chain gag in someone’s mouth with the title “Yes, Please!” I get that she’s Dirty but why do these girls need to work so hard to emphasize their Darkness? Why can’t they just get their entire bodies pierced and covered with cigarette burns and Sanskrit tattoos and get it over with? Gnarlitude is still Stoked by all the radness and Fuck Yeah-ing over everything.
Since I’ve wasted all this time, Let me introduce the Model/Whore above, who really really loves herself and seems like reason enough for Roomy to either blow her brains out or find a new direction entirely.
Sorry. I failed. Maybe tomorrow.
All New Conspiracy Theory
Does anyone else think that the Times Square Bomb story is just a fabricated diversion to change the subject from the BP oil spill???
This oil disaster may be worse than the Exxon Valdez and yet suddenly, at least here in the US, all the TV news staions are focused solely on the bomb plot, in which NOTHING HAPPENED.
The timing of the bomb story is just too convenient. (And yes, I also have doubts about the moon landing and September 11.)
Fuckers.
Give Me Ellery
Comments for Jane 5-4-2010
Sea has been in Tokyo with Mom, Mom’s handmaiden friend, and Ronnie. Above, Sea and Ronnie visit a Cat Cafe where people pay $10 to hang out with some cats. Don’t even ask.
At first, Sea thought the cat thing was kind of perverted, and she should know; but now she gets it. I’m glad someone does!
What I don’t get is Ronnie. What happened to Amit?!?!? He’s still alive and blogging, so we don’t have to worry about him getting wacked. But what’s the Ronnie deal? Does she collect Asian-looking guys like shoes? Or is Ronnie pretending to be her boyfriend? Was he friends with Amit? Did Mom pay for Ronnie to fly to Tokyo or was he already there? Is Ronnie concerned about being an appendage to Sea?
Here’s the exciting news: Mom reports that they have some “last minute shopping” to do before they come home tomorrow! Yay!
Sea doesn’t want to hear your opinion but you can leave it here anyway. I will go first:
Dear Sea, The cat thing is stupid. No matter how you try, you’ll never be as “weird” as you want to be. Give up! Spending money is your true calling. Can’t wait to see your new crap! Love, xoSW
Fuck the Leather Shorts!
I’ll just take this leather and mesh bodysuit by Hannah Marshall. It’s $960 at Opening Ceremony and they have my size.
I could wear this everywhere, day and night, and look effortlessly cool. Okay, no, but I still want it.
Addicted to Love
How many times have you listened to a friend talk about her terrible relationship, only to realize that nothing you can say or do will get her to end it?
I never learn that these people are caught in a cycle of addiction and will crawl back for more abuse until circumstances intervene to break things off.
It should be easy for smart people to figure out that they’re playing a losing game. To everyone else, it’s all so obvious. Now there are 12 step groups for Love Addiction but try getting your friend to go to a meeting. I once got as far as showing someone the online questionnaire about Love Addiction. She answered Yes to nearly every question. But mostly what she really wanted was to talk about the horrible creep who was making her miserable and showed every intention of making her even more miserable.
A long time ago in a galaxy far away, I got caught up like this. A man who didn’t love me and treated me badly was ruining my life. When I broke up with him, he took it well. I felt proud of myself for ending it. Now I would be free! Within 48 hours, I’d call him and whine, “I miss you.” Thus would begin another round of the same pathetic cycle. I needed a fix of whatever it was he was dealing, and he was glad to give it to me. In retrospect, I am amazed at how patient my friends were when I ranted about what a bastard he was.
Feelings of inadequacy, fear of abandonment, fear of rejection, buried rage, lack of self-identity are all characteristics of the Love Addict. Then there’s the dopamine issue once the game gets going.
It’s so painful to watch someone you care about waste their time and batter their own self-esteem through this irrational and obsessive behavior. I have three friends at present who are lost in addictive affairs that are dragging them down. I wish I could help, but I can’t. I’m glad it’s not me, though.
If you’ve broken free of a screwed up addictive relationship, what have you learned about yourself? What helped you to survive the withdrawal? Or how have you been able to lead a friend toward self-preservation?
Bad Taste Alert
Jesus. Ugh.
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