Having been “one of the guys” for so long, I pretty much have a pretty awesome taste in movies. Guys definitely have the edge on this one.

Pros:

1.) Zombies
2.) Bad ass Super heros
3.) Weird cult films
4.) old martial arts films

cons

1.) Pearl Harbor
2.) …. Pearl Harbor! Or is that a chick flick??

I’ve definitely scored with some hot guys having comic books under my belt. I mean, you definitely have the dudes who do not like comic books, and women who do not like men who like comic books. I would fall under the category of “Woman who PREFERS dudes who like comic books.”

Which brings me to Iron Man, which I only new about because Gwyneth Palthrow was on the cover of a recent issue of Vogue. Why? Her role as Pepper in this Favreau film.

I watched it the other day with my partner. Did I like it? Yes. Was I supposed to? Apparently not! At work today, I brought it up with my co-worker automatically assuming that she thought it was awesome.

“Did you like it?” she asked. “Yeah, I liked it, too. For a stupid guy movie. Guys are so into that movie.”

It’s like I got shot back to reality because I completely forgot about the movie aspect when it comes to being “one of the guys”. It is so important. But I must say, aside from the college and NBA basketball, it is one of the most fun parts. Swingers? Made? Dawn of the Dead? Audition? Lone Wolf and Cub? Come ON!

Why did I like Iron Man? Well, it definitely wasn’t because Ms. Palthrow was front and Center with a romantic side-plot. I mean, the guy makes a super hero suit/weapon of mass destruction. It is set with a very present-day feel complete with the guy from Hustle and Flow and stripper flight attendants on an airplane. What is not to love?

I love being one of the guys. This is a much better date movie than SATC.

In college, my best friend had a roommate who was about as vain as a varicose. She was a model, and because she was compared once to Laeticia Casta, she really milked that compliment and acted like she was the shit. And she was the shit, literally. She suffered from colitis. I didn’t know what colitis was until I met this girl.

I also didn’t like her very much because she could be such an unlikable snob! She’d made some comment about this great find I had — a pinkish/purple suede trench with a rabbit fur detachable collar — and how it wasn’t cool because I got it off of the discount rack!

My friend who was pre-med at the time informed me about a link between colitis and narcissism, and this has always intrigued me. I found this to be very interesting. That Miss Almost Laeticia was so full of herself that she couldn’t even make it to the bathroom to poop. What an unfortunate medical condition.

I was reading “Psychogenesis and Psychotherapy of Ulcerative Colitis” by J. Groen, MD, and this doctor points out the following that he observed in his patients suffering from this condition:

1.) Well developed intellect.
2.) Exaggerated carefulness and neatness. (I remember her being really anal about cleaning up after parties.)
3.) Sensitive, and sometimes oversensitive.
4.) Narcissism is always present, sometimes even under false modesty.
5.) Egocentric.
6.) Ambitious to a limited degree.
7.) Fearful and cowardly.
8.) “they gossip and complain about who they hate but do not fight them”
9.) Great need for love, sympathy, and affection.
10.) Exagerrated, infantile conception of love.
11.) Male cases had an abnormal affection for their mother
12.) At first these patients are difficult to talk to.

Look at number 8! It sounded like an an article written by someone who got badly burned by a person with colitis, much like this article I read about Borderline Personality Disorder. It was in Psychology Today. The doctor wrote about an affair he had with a BPD patient who just downed a charcoal shake after an overdose. It sounded very bitter and as if he was writing the article to spite her.

The colitis article was also written in 1947. I am interested in reading more recent case studies. While I know that all people who have colitis aren’t egomaniacal clean freaks, I would like to explore the other side of that — do people who are full of themselves have problems with their bowels?

There’s a scene in the new Sex in the City movie (shut up, you know you secretly want to watch it) where Carrie and Big are sitting together in bed and she asks to use Big’s glasses. This totally reminds me of (shut up) me and my boyfriend because these past two weeks I have been living as a dorky squinter. Definition of a dorky squinter: Someone who isn’t wearing glasses but should, resulting in geeky facial expressions such as wrinkled noses and exposed front teeth when trying to peer at things in order to see them. I lost my five year old Burberry emo glasses and have been using my best friend’s reject contact lenses and my boyfriend’s blue emo glasses as back-up when I need to see.

They got used during a wedding I was in (had to!) and during a lot of the eastern conference NBA play offs (ugh, let’s not talk about it). Also, during said Sex and the City movie which I hate myself for thinking about too much since I have not forgiven Carrie for her views on bisexuality or Miranda’s typical racism.

Anyway, back to Carrie and Big in bed. Carrie is wearing a sexy chemise and not an oversized T-shirt with boxer shorts.

This reminds me of a movie my best friend S suggested I watch called Last Kiss starring Zack Braf. I don’t know if I spelled that right and spell check doesn’t work on names, unfortunately. In the movie, one of his friends says that his girlfriend is perfect because she’s beautiful (debatable, but I’m hating) and just like “one of the guys”.

My question is, do guys really want to date one of the guys? I’m teetering on dangerous sex role stereotypes here, but let’s try and interpret what “one of the guys” attempts to mean. Swearing? Farting? What else? Baggy dirty clothes? Watches sports?

My friend Jillian and I were talking about how great it is to have guy friends to hang out with because hanging out with girly girls can be too overwhelming.

“I can only say, omigod, these shoes are so cute, so many times before I start wanting to throw up,” she said.

Honestly, I were only allowed to talk about fashion in this blog while having to write in it every day, I think I would sneak in a review of a Pistons jersey somewhere. Oh, wait, I did do that! Having a good group of guy friends is definitely a plus. I used to only hang out with guys all the time — sports, drinks, sex talk (for awhile it was only the guys who would talk about sex) — the only thing was I wore stilettos and skirts back then. And I will say, hanging out with the guys definitely got me the most attention.

So dating “one of the guys” is good, but what about committing to her? I get worried that I fart some foul smells a bit too often in front of my partner and don’t give a rat’s ass about how I look at times. As I write this, however, it crosses my mind that it doesn’t mean that I’m being “too much of a guy”, but just careless.

I asked one guy I know whether or not he would date a girl who acted like one of his buddies. His immediate response: “Is she pretty?” The farting had to be controlled, but going to a game was a plus.

But wait, some women just don’t like sports.

I don’t think the point here is to all of a sudden gain an acute interest in NBA stats and players (my personal forte), but don’t dog it if you haven’t tried it (number one) and (number two) let’s say you don’t like sports. Fine. I think another quality that is unfortunately considered a “guy” quality is just speaking your mind with that biting sarcastic humor of yours that can go one on one — like Mortal Kombat but with insults and/or cleverness.

While I realize I’m using lots of masculine stereotypes, we should know the story about the woman who took doses of testosterone. That’s for another article, however.

It was an unsurprising reaction that I’ve observed in the dating world: someone with a kid gets several points knocked off their Desirability Factor. Even a friend of mine who is a parent now told me about his decision not to ask out a girl in college because he found out she had a kid. Hotness factor? Doesn’t matter. A friend of mine, S, has a crew of hot gal pals — the if the SATC Bible were Nylon and not Vogue. One of her crew is a Jordana Brewster look-a-like and gets second and third glances from the cute little former-hipsters turned Anthem model guys. That is, until they find out she’s a mother.

It happens to be a common reaction. Remember that show on TV, Blind Date? The pop-up video version of reality TV dating? One guy got set up with a mother, and he dumped her as soon as he noticed her “stretch marks” as he viciously told her. “You’ve got kids, I can tell by your stretch marks.” She even wound up trying to tempt him with a topless swim, but he left her out in the pool by herself. “I don’t want to walk into a ready-made family.”

I was talking to one of my good friends about this. “Would you date someone with a kid?” I asked him.

Without hesitation, he answered, “Absolutely. Especially if they are a good parent, because I feel like the qualities that makes them a good parent would translate to the relationship as well.”

I felt that was interesting insight. Though there are definitely good parents who suck at relationships.

Until I had a baby myself, I honestly didn’t think I would ever date someone who had a child. Admittedly, that wasn’t a great mentality. My reasoning was the usual “baby mama drama”. I couldn’t really comprehend how someone who had a child with another person could really be over the person who they had a child with. I always figured it was too strong of a bond and I would come second to that no matter what.

I realize now that isn’t the case. I have a baby now and of course he is my life and love, but I do understand how you can have no sentimental feelings for the other parent. Most pregnancies are unplanned, and sometimes they are with a person you don’t want to be with and you decide to keep the baby. It’s as simple as that.

Loving Day is June 12, a day that celebrates interracial marriages. It is named after Mildred Loving, whose marriage to Richard Loving in 1958 caused them to be banned in Virginia as man and wife for 25 years! Their case went to the Supreme Court. After nine years of legal bullshit, the Court found unanimously in their favor. This was in 1967. In 1975, Richard passed away when a drunk driver hit their car. His wife, Mildred Loving, recently passed away.

She issed a statement last year supporting same sex marriage. “I am proud that Richard’s and my name is on a court case that can help reinforce the love, the commitment, the fairness, and the family that so many people, black or white, young or old, gay or straight seek in life. I support the freedom to marry for all. That’s what Loving, and loving, are all about.”

Interracial and multiracial unions definitely are something to celebrate and to support! There is a girl I know who did not want to have a child with someone of a different race than her because she wanted her children to look like her. I found that interesting on many levels, but one being that when she eventually did get married she married a man who was Korean and she is Taiwanese which is not the same race! I think there are still many people who are under the misconception that racism and the stigma against interracial couples are a thing of the past.

Photo courtesy NPR archives.

I believe that it’s brief, but black and gold are making a comeback — together. And I’m not talking about coffee (my best friend Sarah told me that apparently certain people whose classification shall remain nameless like to use the term “black gold” in reference to coffee, but I will tell you that she read it on stuffwhitepeoplelike.wordpress.com ).

The other day, my boyfriend’s friend gave him his band’s latest tee. It says “One for the Team” in metallic gold iron-on letters smack dab in the middle of a black canvas of T-shirt. (Not made by American Apparel, unfortunately.) I made fun of him for a moment, until I saw a very similar shirt in Vice Magazine today.

Not that Vice is the fashion Bible for fashion heads. But they do have similar readers as the Nylon crowd, which I sort of am, and I am suspecting that we will see some black and gold blinging out by the sun in the summertime.

American Apparel makes a rare nylon tricot swim suit with gold lame (rhyme that with sashay, not shame!). I’m usually a fan of the bling on white, but maybe I will try the bling on black to match my man. Just put some (fake) bling on the baby and we’ll can go for a walk looking like fancy bumblebees!

Well, my dumb ass went the whole day with my contact lenses in the wrong eyes. Fuck that shit. I couldn’t switch them around while I was at work, so I just suffered through it. I worked on my comics a little. I have two storyboards going. I just need to perfect the sketches and the dialogue.
I think I freaked TK out by the erotic e-mail I wrote him. I reiterated the tame version to you. He didn’t e-mail me back. Dammit. I was hoping for some masturbation material before I went to sleep tonight. But whatever. Looks like I’m going to eat a can of chunky beef stew and rice and call it a night…

OH! RL came into my job today. RL is this design engineer for Toyota who asked me out awhile ago and I used to have a thing for him. We talked for a long time. He’s really cool. He collects motorcycles and plays in a band. We talked about the movie One Hour Photo. He liked it more than I did, but I admitted I liked the dream sequence where the blood starts gushing from his eyes. I told him I liked the color scheme and the contrast of the crimson blood squirting in the white atmosphere. He asked me if I watched it on DVD or VHS and I said I saw it in the theater, and he thought it was cool that I noticed the color schemes because it was something they talked about in the director commentary of the DVD. He’s a really cool guy. RL, RL, RL. He mods his bikes. I wonder what his looks like…

Also at work, I tortured myself by watching swimfan. It literally made me wish I was rearranging my files instead. Sometimes I like to torture myself by watching really bad movies. If you like to do this, here are some suggestions: The Prodigy, Dungeons & Dragons, Riding in Cars With Boys, and Maid in Manhattan. After that, you will be bald from ripping your hair from your head. A pure S&M dream.