Take it Back

Don’t make me be, take it back baby
I don’t wanna be, I don’t need to be in love
Hear me baby, I don’t wanna be in love
I don’t wanna, I can’t, I don’t need to be
I don’t wanna be in love baby
Take it back, take it away from me
Take it away baby, I can’t handle it, I don’t wanna be

I can’t believe that I am the last one
The last one to know what the hell is going on
I can’t believe that I’m the last one to know
Say it ain’t so, please, please.

–Joss Stone – The Last One to Know

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The Evolution of Single Dances

I was listening to the song “Do You Love Me” by The Contours and, though I’ve heard the song so many times before, I never paid close attention to the lyrics:

I can mash-potato
And I can do the twist
Now tell me baby
Mmm, do you like it like this

Ha ha. The Mashed Potato? I looked it up and turns out I know exactly what dance it is. I just didn’t know it was called “The Mashed Potato.”  Still better than “Twerking.”

This video came up also, it’s called An Historical Look at The Evolution of Single Dances and it’s very interesting. It’s not from a worldwide viewpoint, but it’s cool to look at how people danced back in the day. Check it out!

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By the way, I wrote a book

It confuses me what society defines as success. With the explosion of social media, it’s been easy to study people’s behavior; what they do on a daily basis, what they like (literally), what inspires them, what they aim to be. And I can’t help but notice that society sees engagements, weddings, and births as a grandiose triumph. They really dig that shit.

I’ve witnessed just about enough Facebook engagement celebrations in the course of just one week. The funniest thing is everyone seems to go gaga over engagements and weddings, as if they were the ultimate achievement. The ring, the wedding plans… People are interested in finding out about the details — how the man proposed, the romance behind the story, blah, blah, blah…

OK, that’s fine, if that’s what makes them happy, right? If a friend got engaged and she or he is happy, then I’m genuinely happy for them! But is it really an accomplishment worth of so many congratulations and praise? Do girls still dream of promise-rings and a married life these days? Shit

Well, guess what? Anyone can have a family (without digging too deep into everyone’s reproductive ability). We’re all born with a reproductive system. Can anyone write a book, for instance? Not all of us are born with the passion, motivation, drive, and the self-discipline it takes to write a book. So, see, there’s the first challenge.

I promise you that if I (highly doubtful) ever got engaged or got married, my family would throw the party of the millennium. But I write a book, and no one gives a shit. Perhaps that line is a bit exaggerated — some people care. But, it’s true, predicted life events such as weddings and births seem to have seniority over a, say, book-launch announcement. To me, it makes little sense.

And by the way, I wrote a book. That’s what this whole rant is about. 🙂 I’ve written and published a couple of stories, actually, but this book, Flat-Chested Señorita: Living Small in Large America (which title I finally decided on last night) would be my biggest one so far and a story I feel passionate about. When I publish it, I expect my family and friends to see it as a birth — if that’s what’s going to take to get them to go to my launch party. Marcia gave birth to a book! Once I have a book cover and the final cuts and edits are done, it’ll be on its way. Yay! More details on it later…

(You might want to read this Jezebel article for a laugh: Okay, Who Let ‘Engagement Season’ Become a Thing?)

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Men and Women are Not Meant to Be

Men always seem to get the wrong idea when you’re too friendly. Oops!
My bad. I guess I’ll go back to my cave now.

Men and women will never get each other.

Hey little girls: get that idea out of your head now, and avoid disappointment later!

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Only Human

We are only human. And we’re slow, we ignore hints, we don’t get life, we don’t get anything! We love and we hate. We’re selfish and we make excuses. We trip and fall, and we pick ourselves back up again. Life didn’t come with instructions, so we try to live it the best we can. And then, just when we think we’ve got it all figured out, we make the same f*cking mistakes over and over again. Because we’re only human. Surprise!

Let’s give each other a break.

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Make It Count

I don’t know why this quote always makes me kinda sad. Knowing that a day can go to waste, that we won’t remember a thing because nothing remarkable happened, is disappointing. But it’s true — there will always be days that we won’t remember.

Notice how easy it is to vividly remember certain days? Maybe you met someone special that day, graduated, stripped naked at a party, or maybe something tragic happened. That’s the way it is. That’s the only way a memory will stay with you. We can try to make each day count though by simply doing what we love. And even if we don’t remember what we did that day, we’ll know we lived it to the fullest. An example of NOT living a day to the fullest would be lying on the couch and watching reality TV all day. You get the point…

Make each day a remarkable one!

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What’s Wrong With Drinking From a Bottle?

Nothing.

Lady-like and ‘normal’ are made-up words by men. If I have a bottle of wine at home, begging to be drunk, because it is in its last few drops, I would drink from the bottle if I want. It’s not fair for a clean wineglass to go through that trouble for just a couple of drops. I wouldn’t do it if I’m sharing the wine with other people, but what the hell?

There’s something quite dramatic and poetic about sitting on a floor or your bed, barefoot, writing poetry or whatever while sipping straight out of a bottle. Maybe I’ve watched too many films… It is incidentally happy hour somewhere. So, bottoms up!

This post is a most random thought, inspired by yet another lazy article I read about things a “lady” doesn’t do. Ladies, you do you.

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