- It’s written for women.
- It’s written for young (and “young” women who just can’t accept the fact that they are not young anymore).
- It’s written for young (and “young” women) living in the cities.
(Yeah, like nobody else reads. Am I right?)
-Main character in a chick lit is (guess what?)- an “urban” young woman living in a city.
-She is white, upper class (or upper middle class) and doesn’t really know anything about the real-world problems.
-She is not married, wants to have a brilliant career, and hate kids…
-… but desperately looking for a husband (even though authors don’t always call the man of her dreams “husband”… Marriage is not popular anymore. Nor is maternity).
-She works in the: a) fashion industry or b) publishing or, perhaps c) some sort of public relations/marketing/similar crap. NONE of the chick lit heroines are mathematicians, nuclear physicians or philosophers (if you don’t count endless “philosophy” about differences between men and women).
-She is obsessed with shoes.
-She is obsessed with cosmetics.
-When she’s feeling down, she goes shopping.
-She is desperately looking for a guy to become her boyfriend and later, husband (though author would never admit the husband thing… waait, I already said this).

So, what can we learn from the chick lit?

-”Taking care of yourself” equals taking care of your physical apperance.
-In order to be satisfied with your love and sex life, you have to buy (shoes, clothes, cosmetics). If you didn’t depilate your legs for 3 days, you should forget about love and sex because no man would want you.
-Men and women are 100% different. They are so different that they can’t understand each other in any way, despite the fact that they, after all, belong to the same species (Homo Sapiens Sapiens).
-If a man has bad shoes, he is not worth your attention.
-In order to be satisfied with your love and sex life, you have to buy.
-In order to be satisfied with your life in general, you have to buy.
….

Yeah, you got the idea.

Ok, so… I’m 27. Luckily, I’m not a rock star, I’m a (not-so-soon-to-be) archaeologist. We carry our bullwhips and fedoras, which keep us young and fresh. Just look at Harrison Ford. Impressive, huh?

So, my birthday was great, thanks for asking, except for allergies. I suffer from these spring allergies, and any medicine that helps also makes me reeeeally sleeepy. Which is not a good solution at all, since I have to work.

Anyway, Iva made me a wonderful birthday surprise on facebook’s Fluff friends, it was a real online-pixel-surprise party! And I just had to scream! Only, I couldn’t, because my throat hurts. Blah.

PS-Anyone who can post at least 1 Indiana Jones movie mistake CONCERNING ARCHEOLOGY, gets a permanent link. Any Indiana Jones movie. Any archaeology mistake. Hint: anything concerting archaeology in those movies is incorrect. :p At least I tried educating people here

Oh I, oh, I’m still alive
Hey, I, I, oh, I’m still alive
Hey I, oh, I’m still alive

Right. Well, as you can see, I’m “a bit” busy with not updating my site. (*LOL*) Nothing really happened, except I have a lot of stuff to do (or, should I say, 2 do) and, well, I didn’t update my site in a while. That doesn’t mean I forgot about it, I just don’t have time to write anything interesting at the moment (not that my posts are interesting in general- *LOL*). You see, I have to work with… all I’m gonna say is M.M. ugh. Don’t ask. Or, please, ask, I do need more visitors.

Anyway, I just wanted to say I’m still here, still alive and jefflion still rocks (*LOL*)

PS-Sorry about *LOLs*, there’s a Fluff contest going on at the Facebook. Really mean, really confusing. At least to me. If you know what I’m talking about, well, you know all about the contest, and low ratings and all the mess in TEH fluff world. If you don’t… lucky you.
(*LOL*)