Thursday, January 17, 2013

Terrible day.

I had, by all accounts, a terrible day. However, I just took this picture, which may have just made the whole day better:

This, people, is true art. I call it "Lobster on Dog: A Reflection." 

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Interesting article.

Today on Jezebel, there was an article by Katie Halper titled "Orgasm-Free Casual Sex." In this article, Halper discusses the likelihood of orgasm through "casual sex."

Casual sex =

"I don't mean sex with low emotional stakes with someone you know well. I'm not referring to sex with a "fuck buddy." I'm referring to sex with low or no (apparent) emotional stakes, like one night stands or a few repeat encounters with someone you don't feel you know that well. I'm referring to sex for sex's sake."

If women are more likely to orgasm with someone they know well and are comfortable giving directions too (and more comfortable being seen naked with, I would imagine), then why do we have casual sex? 

Halper comes up with several reasons, such as validation, the enjoyment of physical intimacy for its own sake, insanity, desire not to be celibate, etc. But what I really liked was her conclusion: 

"Believe me, I'm not judging anyone for having casual sex without an orgasm. I mean, people who occasionally live in non-orgasmic casual sex-based rentals should not be casting stones. And casual sex can be fun. But it can also be disappointing and ironically emotionally draining. And sometimes I wonder if I wouldn't be better off having casual sex with a vibrator and getting a dog to cuddle with."

This brings up an interesting point. Casual sex, can, in fact, be disappointing, and draining, and often more trouble than it's really worth, if orgasm is the end goal. Or even if it isn't - even validation of attractiveness gets pretty tedious after awhile if all of the sexual experiences sought out for validation aren't stellar, or even good. So why do we do it?

I think (and this is based on the smallest sample size possible) that we do it because, for women of a certain age and generation, casual sex is the new "dating." Think about it - when a 28 year old woman goes to a bar, meets a guy of approximately the same age, he buys her a few drinks and they hit it off, is the desired outcome, or even the expected one, just a phone number exchange? Aren't one night stands (which sometimes develop into more, sometimes don't) the new norm? Sex on the first date isn't as taboo as it once was - in fact, it seems to be something that is expected now. And if you don't,'re considered a prude, or holding out for some romantic fairytale, or not worth the time. I don't subscribe to this necessarily, but it does seem to be a trend. 

So has the orgasm gone the way of hand-holding, at least when it comes to casual dating? Interesting stuff to think about at least (and some great writing, as usual, from Jezebel).

Monday, January 14, 2013


In further proof that I am actually a 15 year old boy, I ate bacon for dinner. With a can of Diet Coke.

I also watched all the Harry Potter movies today. And wrote 1 page of a book review. So I'm an unhealthy eater with my priorities clearly in order.

People, I am a winner. Line forms to the left.

Weird things happen to me...

This is a verified, witnessed, fact. I can make friends/conversation with anyone, even when I'm not trying.

Saturday night I went out with a couple of my girlfriends, AL and K. (I'll come up with more inventive pseudonyms at some point.) We went to a local Irish pub then hit up a dive bar down the street.

Now, these are the same friends who went to the infamous burlesque show with me (in which I won a free hair cut/color and made us a ton of new hot, single friends, then got left downtown with no house keys, car keys, or anything but my phone, which died, my ID, and 5 dollars - luckily this story has a happy ending, but everyone totally thought I was dead for about 24 hours) so they've seen the "weird shit" magnet that I have. Still, we were all surprised.

First, when we walked in, I ordered a PBR. Now, PBRs at this bar come in tall cans, so, about a quarter of the way through, because I'm a lady, I had to pee. I go in the bathroom, and this woman, about 35-40 maybe, comes in right after me. I go in the stall, and as I'm making room for more deliciously classy beer, I hear the woman talking. I think she's talking to me, until I make out what she's saying:

"Oh my god!"
"Holy shit!"
"I can't believe this!"
"Holy Lord!"

I think she's having some problem, I'm going to have to apologize for being not that kind of doctor, but then, as I walk out of my stall, she literally flings the door open and runs out of hers. This is when I realize that 35-40 was either hateful or very generous. I honestly couldn't tell. She had dry bleach blonde hair with black roots, caked on make-up, way too much eye stuff, a black mesh tee over a tank, and a miniskirt that was shorter than I would ever wear in public, with black heeled boots. Now, I think people should wear what's comfortable, I was in a tank, jeans, ballet flats, and a cardigan, so this wasn't sexy time for Amber or anything. But this was just so odd, combined with the muttering, that I just stood and stared. She left, I washed my hands, reapplied my signature lipstick, and headed back out.

So I tell my friends what was up, and we all laugh, and are mutually confused, and settle into our beers. About 10 minutes later, I look over, and Bathroom Mutterer is making out, high school style, with this kid who cannot be older than 27. And is HOT. Drunken bar makeout leads to them leaving together.

Beyond the general ickiness of making out in bars (see The Lumineers, "Classy Girls" for my take on kissing in bars), it was just so odd. First the muttering, then the weird matchup, then the slutty leaving. I mean, do what you do, get it girl, all that, but was she exclaiming because he was so hot? Because she was having some medical issue? Because she realized how short her skirt was? No clue.

Then, because many beers had been consumed, we noticed this guy at the bar who had bleach blonde hair and a dark brown beard. So, of course, I asked him if he dyed it (yes), what color he used (a very specific number from Sally's), and if he was gay (I didn't straight out ask him this, but he implied no). Then he ordered me a beer.

THEN, because we were at a tall table, people were using the edges of it to hold their stuff. Nice looking guy (NLG) and his friends (two of whom were freakishly identical twins dressed alike...) put their stuff down. NLG's beer looked interesting, so we tasted it. And he said it was okay.

So, I'm not sure if this means that I'm overly friendly, or that weird social situations surround me, or that my life is one long series of strange things one after another, but it was an interesting Saturday night!

Sunday, January 13, 2013


The theme of my life seems to be that time is moving too fast.

Updates from November:
-Cat's still alive. Have a dog now too. She's still alive as well.
-No roommate.
-Oh yeah I'm going to Europe for a month! For free!
-Still only have one of my comps finished.  Oops.
-On the upside, I literally have nothing but a French test and a book review to do for the next 6 months other than write my comps. So I should be good.
-Bizarre things happen to me constantly. Update on that hilarity later.

I might actually try to blog more often. My life is funny, but I'm also lazy. We'll see how that works out.