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Tuesday 24 May 2011

EAU DE JUSTIN


I have decided that today will be dedicated to an overall rant (cause why not) about a few things that are annoying me out in the world – let’s see how many make your list.

Celebrity fragrances: WHY? Seriously, why? I don’t want to smell like you just because you're a 'celebrity;' I don’t care what you think smells good for that matter, and when people like Justin Bieber (WHAT 16 year old boy do you know smells good or knows what smells good?) start launching their own fragrances, well it should be a sign to the universe at large that things are starting to fall off kilter.

Public figures that have affairs – and here’s the kicker, try to hide it even once they’re outed. How about all those public figures out there that don’t think they can keep the one eyed salami in their famous pants don’t get married and have children. It’s a novel concept I realize, but staying a bachelor means just that – you can act like an over testosteroned swinger and sleep with anything that has a pulse and no one has to be the wiser. Cause let me tell you something, shagging the housekeeper/masseuse/trainer/nanny/secretary etc. on the sly and thinking in this day and age that it is going to remain a secret is just dumb. [Attention cheaters everywhere, the cell phone (iphone, blackberry, take your pick) will screw you if the tabloids don't]. Shagging anyone aside from your wife and humiliating your family in the process is just rude. Get it together.

Icelandic ash closing airports: Really this again? Can’t they put a lid on that thing?

Dancing/Skating/Cooking/Needlepointing/Basketweaving with the Stars: How many shows like these do we need? I get it; they learn a skill, get yelled at by a panel of moody judges and lose weight in the process. It’s a flipping revelation (that is sarcasm people). Not to mention the fact that most of the ‘celebrities’ on these shows I’ve never heard of. Please, just stop. I know it’s your second shot at fame, but trust me, becoming re-famous for doing the samba on a broken ankle in some tight S&M style costume and having an affair with your dance partner is not a fame that is going to last.

My child thinking my toes are French fries: yes, the King has now decided he is a piranha and my toes are suddenly the treat du jour. When I least suspect it, he will dart under the table like a stealth marine, pop one of my toes in his mouth and bite down with such ferocity that he draws blood. He then of course looks up at me and smiles, thinking this is a really fun game. 


Delightful.

Sunday 22 May 2011

O MATE OF MY SOUL


People always talk about finding one’s soul mate as if it is one of the primary quests in life. I suppose for me it has always begged the question, initially anyway, that for something as profound and prodigious as the soul, how can it possibly only have one mate. Growing up I was always struck by this notion probably because it sounded like such a pressure filled assignment, i.e. go search the world and come back with that ONE person that ‘completes you.’ Only one?? Geesh, kind of stingy, no? What about four people that suit me perfectly and I can narrow it down over a few months like an episode of American Idol - seems much more fair.

As I got older I realized how truly spot on I was with my suspicions. And of course, I realized that once again society had to spin some perfectly packaged goal to shoot for to remind everyone where the bar is - and more importantly, if you don’t reach it, apparently you are settling for second best. Gosh, talk about making the area of romance even more challenging and disheartening.

Here’s the thing about soul mates: on paper they sound great. According to the definition at large, they’re the yin to your yang, they can finish your sentences, anticipate your every move, fill your wants and desires in a way no one else can, intellectually match you beat for beat…I’m sorry, I have to stop, I’m starting to feel nauseous. Talk about a delusionary goal. I’m as romantic as the next person, but you're telling me that a mere mortal is supposed to fill all these requirements? And how about after living with this said ‘soul mate’ for ten years, then how complete are they going to make you feel? I have a sneaking suspicion that even in the mighty connection of man and woman soul mate, they are going to quickly become that man that uses too much toilet paper or the woman that shops far too much. Soul mate, shmoulmate. This is reality we are talking about.

The other thing about this whole label of soul mates is the fact that in crude terms, not everyone finds their absolute perfect match. Like it or not, no matter how hard some people search, some people just never seem to find that 'perfect' partner for them. Furthermore, some people end up coupling up - so to speak - for a whole host of reasons, and for every couple this comes down to different things. For some timing plays a huge role in their union, others place more importance on compatibility and suitability then let’s say flat out romance and passion. And of course others make damn sure you know they married their ‘soul mate’ even if the person is far from that.

I suppose it is one of those things that is very hard to define and if you are lucky to have found that one person that suits you to a tee, you may want to keep quiet about it so as not to make you the annoying person on the block that swoons about true and perfect love. Because you know that the neighborhood betting pool will be placing bets on which of you is getting the more expensive divorce lawyer. Sorry, too jaded for a Monday morning?

Don’t get me wrong in all this, I LOVE my partner. I mean love him to pieces and think he is the perfect man for me, and I for him. But am I so egomaniacal to say that he couldn’t have found someone out there as perfect for him as I am…..Of course I am. Please, what did you think I was going to say. :-)
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