Don't Want No Scrubs

I cannot even explain, outside of screeching and hair-pulling, the aggravation and disgust I feel when guys whistle, howl, or woof out their car windows as I walk by.

Guys: IT'S NOT HOT. I WILL NOT DO YOU. It doesn't exactly turn a girl on to be treated like a piece of meat. I am not a hooker and I do not appreciate it.

I appreciate it the least when I am sprinting in 100 degree heat down a busy street swearing under my breath because I am almost late, yet again, to my temporary job and have sweat spots under my arms and my feet hurt because I am in heels. A woman shouldn't be held responsible for her actions when she's under that kind of stress and some gross punk in a Toyota honks or hollers at me from his car as he's driving by.

It's disgusting. Please stop.

Sexist Contraception?

What's up with contraception?

Recently a male friend of mine said that his girlfriend wanted to discuss their options for birth control. The options included the pill, NuvaRing, the patch, shots of progesterone, and many others. My question is why are the only options for preventing pregnancy solely reliant on women? When a couple gets pregnant, many times the reaction is it's the woman's fault for missing her pill or using her contraception incorrectly. I cannot help but read into this as a sexist matter. Where does the male's responsibility lie?

Sex is a two-way street, people, as is pregnancy, although our society doesn't think that way. No, our society would rather place the blame of children conceived through rape, unprotected sex, and misused contraception by women. Our society, who's medical system is designed, managed, and funded by men, forces women to pop pills, shoot up, or stick awkward pieces of plastic up their vaginas, all of which drastically affects their hormones, changing their body shape, mood, and overall health. The unbalance doesn't stop at conception, but I'll leave the conversation of nonexistent birth rights for another post.

Don't get me wrong, men play a role also. Men are in charge of...wait for it...getting the condom on. Wow. Impressive. And they can't even handle that all the time.

What is UP with this logic? You'd think that after millenniums of advances in medicine, most of which has taken place in the past 50 years, someone SOMEWHERE would come up with a simple pill or procedure that could temporarily disable the life in sperm or some similar effect. You can choose between about 20 types of medicine that keep a guy hard for hours, but for some reason I don't think that is going to solve our overpopulation problem.

No, I believe that until we have shared responsibilities in contraception, our society will always be at fault. The blame does not lie in any one sex or in improper use of birth control. The blame lies in the disregard for responsibility.

What could be a better birth control than DOUBLE protection? Well, I suppose abstinence, but where's the fun in that?

I just found this!!

HOW EXCITING!!





I'd like to thank my mom and dad for introducing me to the idea that "The Truth Is Out There."

Growing up

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Well, I want to be an actress. I want to be a dancer. I want to be successful, know famous people, travel, not have to worry about money, do great things for people.

I want to do all of these things. I kind of always thought I'd have a couple of them knocked off by now, but hey, that's life, right? People are always facing disappointments in life. The strange thing is how easily we are put off by these so-called disappointments.

Let's face it: I am a 22-year-old white girl in America (for conversational purposes, let's assume we are part of the pre-sucking America) with lots of talent and potential. 22! That's NOTHING. I have so much time to attain my dreams and goals. Americans and maybe humans in general are always pushing for the now, for the quick fix of problems that aren't even really problems yet. We are so short-sighted as a society that we don't put in the effort to look forward and prepare for the future.

Take myself for an example, a fresh out of college woman who hasn't taken any real steps toward solidifying a career and is just now slowly realizing that perhaps my dreams need just a little time to form and in the meanwhile, I can really dig into my writing and possibly, with luck, turn some scratches into something great.

But most people don't think like that. Most people think it's either now or never. I should know, I was one of those people; in fact, I probably still am, but with a small window of insight.

I don't know what the hell is going to happen in a year any more than I can tell you what the weather will be like in a week...well, that's not really an applicable comparison to someone living in L.A. but you get the point--as Steve Martin said in L.A. Story, "Sun, sun, and MORE SUN!"

People say all you can do is your best and hope something good comes out, like all you can do is sit and wait.

Waiting never got anyone anywhere. George Carlin said that "life didn't arise from the oceans and humans descend from the trees because DNA was mellow. It happened because of something called energy." Energy makes things happen and that's not something you can sit around and hope for. Energy takes creation and in return produces dreams.

So I'm finally, after 22 years of timid anticipation of something happening to me, stepping up to the plate and putting in the energy it takes for things to happen.

What do I want to do when I grow up? It doesn't matter, as long as I do something.

Just a video my dad sent me...

As you know my father is an advocate of talking extensively about the need for people to be active, like in the 1060s. My father is equally as supportive of sitting on one's ass blogging about the sedative quality of my generation. Anyway, here's a clip he sent me recently. It's actually awesome because I love the 60s as well as rock music.

Enjoy.

This is awesome!!!

A coming of age film that truly represents the "little guy," the "under dog," the--well, you get the point. I for one can NOT wait for such a masterpiece to meet my eyes on the big screen. Tops off to you little dogs! Kudos!

Serving

My parents think that serving is one of the lowest jobs you can have if you are over 18 or out of college. Frankly, I'm happy I have a job at all right now. But I was talking to my mom today (something I try to avoid unless I have specific news...or a job) and I told her how stoked I was that I finally have a job. I then told her about the interview I set up with AppleOne, an employment agency, in Glendale tomorrow and I was just getting into the details of my plans about how I hope I can get a decent part time job or a good paying full timer and how I can serve to make some extra cash and before I can even finish what I'm saying she says, "Oh, just take the full time job. Forget about serving or whatever."

Just p.s., almost every person in my family has served at least once and many of them make their living doing that while pursuing their wider aspirations. Even through all that, though, my parents still look down upon the job. I find this offensive for my siblings who work REALLY hard doing what they do to support themselves. Serving is difficult, possibly one of the most difficult jobs I've ever had and I haven't even really started yet--I'm still learning the ropes and busing and things like that.

All in all, I DO think I would enjoy an office-type job long term more than I would serving, but this job is an excellent experience and I think I can make some great cash. The end, mom and dad. Success is in the eye of the beholder, take it or leave it.

Happy Birthday to ME!! ....and America too, I guess

So my sister and her awesome friends took me out to celebrate my birthday last night. My birthday was actually on the 30 but since we didn't have a total celebration due to my sister having a STELLAR performance that night, she guaranteed me a fun night. Let me just say that her follow through is impeccable.

*Side note, I also started a job yesterday: a server at Curuso's, a local Italian restaurant. I've never served before and I can attest to every single server in the world that ever got shit from people for having that job that it is extremely difficult and exhausting. Bravo, servers of the world. I worked a total of 4 (unpaid, training) hours and was about ready to quit halfway through. So, Bravo!

Anyhoo, we started the evening off with pink champaigne and a cute birthday cake Nicole got, complete with candles. Nicole is one seriously cool chick. After a few more glasses of the good stuff, we called a taxi that took us to Tiki Thai, one of the neatest places I've ever been to. It basically consists of 3 or 4 small tables along the wall running parallel to the bar, maybe 4 feet apart. There isn't much room, but what the bar lacks in space it makes up for in strong drinks and creativity. Every drink is named and made with a little show in front of you.

One of the most buzz-worthy parts of the night was Nicole's sighting of Natalie Portman and her folk-singer boyfriend Devendra Barnhart and The Strokes drummer, Fabrizio Moretti. They were seated about 5 feet from us at one of the tables.

That was my first "celebrity" experience and I couldn't even really see them because I didn't want to be one of those people that "look," plus it was hard to get a clear view because the place was so cramped.

All in all, the night was terrific. Liana and her friends are amazing, I was standing 5 feet from an amazing actress that I have loved since her early years in "Anywhere But Here," and it was all free for me because everyone took care of everything, including cab rides. Even the L.A. Dog at the end of the evening just hit the spot.

Props to LiBug for a kick ass night.

Oh, and I made out with a French guy by the bathrooms at Good Luck Bar. Word.

P.S.

This video is just terrific. It's dubbed G.I. Joe videos. Happy July, enjoy.

Wine and Styrofoam.

It's amazing the comfort I find from a small Styrofoam cup filled with the ever-so-luscious taste of the cheapest White Zinfandel available from the local liquor store (10.0% Alcohol per vol.). My sister and I practically live off of the stuff and I couldn't have it any other way. With all the stresses in the world, it's nice to know I can relax with her, watching the newest movie on the free list from On Demand in our shared bedroom in Sylmar, CA (rented from my brother), drinking the best of the worst out of our little cups. Never fear, I use the same cup for at least a week at a time (I'm like Captain Planet's lesser side-kick).

Much like the human heart, so much is capable of fitting into such a small space.