In no particular order, really…
- Action movies (and romance movies for that matter).
- Political correctness.
- Chick lit.
- Certain words.
- Cultural elitism.
- Liam Gallagher’s voice.
- Writer’s block.
In no particular order, really…
I’m having some Internet problems. Being a junkie, it’s not fun.
Hey, this could actually be a nice short story, don’t you think?
I was planning a post on great male voices (I stole the idea from Mariana), but I had to refresh my connection so many times, and start that post from scratch, that I finally gave up.
The last week wasn’t fun- I was sick. I had problems with my sinuses, which gave me headaches. I was sneezing the whole day, I was sleepy all the time and generally felt like shit. I am feeling better now, but I am still sleepy and sick. Which means I’m in a crappy mood, of course.
Somehow, I managed to watch not one, but two great movies (and one average) and to appreciate their greatness (despite the headache). Two of those actually made my top 10 lists of the decade. (Speaking of which: You do realize, don’t you, that 2010 is the last year of the decade, not the first of a new decade? But 2000 had so many great movies that I included them on the list).
What’s up with all this movie talk? The Oscar season, of course! As you know Bob, I am not into globalization, Hollywood “glamour” and a all that crap… But I watch it anyway. Not that I believe it means something, of course. (After “Shakeaspeare in Love”, at least).
I had less luck with books. The local library doesn’t have anything meaningful that I haven’t read before. So I ended up with- gasp!- chick lit. Yes, I know, I know. In my defense, I caught a cold and I feel like crap, you know. But you’re right: those books didn’t help.
One was particularly ridiculous, written in first person POV. On page 35 or something, she wrote: “There was my husband. He really looked like Jude Law”. No kidding. I stopped reading. It was way too much. How come this crap gets published? On the other hand, I’ve seen worse. (Read: Twilight). So yeah.
My head hurts. Really, really hurts.
Yes, I just wanted to share this with you.
On a brighter side, I gained some weight.
Wait… I said on a brighter side.
(and no, this is not just *another* chick lit diary entry, I do have migraine)
- 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 physicist 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.