Sunday, June 16, 2013

The Whole Menu

In case you've been curious, I thought I'd give you a peek into what I've been eating over the last week or so.

Amongst my new standards of hard boiled eggs, Cobb salads sans cheese, deli meat and sliced cucumbers, smoothies and fresh pressed juices, I've enjoyed some delicious, fancy-ish meals.

All without soy, or gluten, or dairy, or...anything joyful.


Shrimp kebabs with grilled veggies, steamed veggies, and a baked sweet potato from Chicken Dijon.

Chicken breast, sautéed garlic broccolini and two garlic fried eggs made by moi.

Oven roasted rosemary chicken and seasonal vegetables from C&O Trattoria in Venice.

Salad with cucumber, olives, orange pepper, sliced almonds, chicken breast and olive oil dressing  eaten at home. 

Salad with grilled pears, prosciutto and olive oil with baked salmon and brussel sprouts with lemon and bacon, made by my mama. 

Interspecies Bonding

Just a little squee to start off your Sunday.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

A Dealbreaker

I have a story, but this story needs backstory. And this story involves my Match account, ever so kindly paid for by my mama, but first, I need to discuss my primary, preferred service. If you've never used OkCupid, let me give you a little peek into the mechanics of this particular online dating website.

OKC uses questions to determine a match percentage for you and a potential mate, broken down into your primary match, friend percentage, and enemy percentage. Question topics range from sex to math to drugs to grammar. In theory, this helps you determine whether or not you'd get along with someone. I don't honestly get how it works, because half the time I swear it's fucked up and someone I have a high match percentage with misses the boat on a gazillion questions, and someone with a low percentage seems great. But that's not the point of this post.

Now that you get the gist, I've come to the tip of my point.

There are a few questions that deal with weight and attraction, and answers to these questions are very important to me. "Can overweight people still be sexy?" If you answer no, I don't care if you look like Ryan Gosling, we're not messaging. "If one of your matches was overweight, would that be a dealbreaker?" My preferred response is no, but I'll make allowances for "yes, but only if they were obsese", cause "obese" certainly means different things to different people.

Which brings me to my story, and my dealbreaker.

I have not been impressed with Match thus far, and I've only replied to one guy who's emailed me. He seemed interesting, and his last message included an invite to meet up, which I would have gladly accepted...except.

I had asked what part of town he lived in, and his response was an approximation of the following:

"I live in Venice, which is great except during the summer when crowds of obese tourists invade and clog up the boardwalk."



Now, I get that this is a joke. I do have a sense of humor. But...come on, bro. Of all the descriptive characteristics one could ascribe to obnoxious tourists, like I don't know, obnoxious, or oblivious, you chose obese?

Online dating is about putting your best face out there to the world, right? And apparently this guy's best face tells fat jokes. Now, maybe if I'd been more interested in him otherwise, I would have let it slide, but as it was, it was enough to be a dealbreaker for me. I sent something snarky back in response, and that's that.

But seriously---I don't think I'm overreacting. Maybe I am. But I got into a discussion this week about how "fat prejudice" is one of the last biases in our culture that goes completely unchecked and is, in fact, willingly accepted. It's not considered "PC" to keep your fat hate in check. It's socially acceptable to spout your loathing for the chubbos of the world, and you won't get called on it. It's totally cool to make an obese joke to a girl you're trying to woo on the Internet, 'cause hey, she's not fat, amirite?

It's gross.

In retrospect, I could have used the moment as a teaching tool as opposed to taking the opportunity to get sassy, but I don't think I could have educated this guy anyway. But I'm making a commitment to myself from here on out to not let these kind of comments go unchecked out there in the real world. I want to be strong for myself and for everyone else who feels the sting of jokes and insults like these, no matter what our physical bodies look like on that particular day. People should know their fat shaming humor and ingrained hate just doesn't fly with me, and shouldn't fly with any decent hearted person.

Are you with me?

Blue Myself





Venice Views

I'm on a roll this week, guys! Three nights in a row, I've done social shit. It's like I'm a real person.

Friday night's event was a celebratory dinner for my baby cousin whose only three years younger than me, who just graduated from UCLA like a boss. We went to C&O Trattoria near the Venice boardwalk, and I got to see my grandma and aunt and uncle and various family members. A grand time was had by all.

Pictures.

And...yeah.



Friday, June 14, 2013

Love and Laugh


TGIF Links

16 Shockingly Profound Disney Movie Quotes

Disney teaches us many things. Some bad, some good...some very, very useful, like the following.


Six Fairy Tales for the Modern Woman

I love this so much. SO MUCH.

"Once upon a time a woman was approached by a drunk guy in a dark alley, but he was very polite, and explained that he had driven to the bar, but because he was responsible, he didn't want to drive home, but his cell phone was dead, so he asked the lady to call him a cab. She did, and he was grateful, and they said pleasant goodbyes before going their separate ways.
 The End."

Jesus Christ spotted on dog's butt

Self-explanatory.

Feminist Taylor Swift Twitter

Oh god, this is brilliant and amazing and EVERYTHING.

"It's been true all along, so why can't you see-ee-ee / Gender isn't necessarily a binary-y-y/ Not a binary"

Morning Smiles

Well.

Last night, I gave myself a mani/pedi. I blow dried my hair. I sprayed my jeans with Febreze after I pulled them out of the dirty laundry.

And I had a seriously great evening, which included a conversation about hanging out again.

I...didn't know that was allowed.

And he's a good kisser.

Good. MORNING.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Dad Date Style

I went out to dinner with my father last night, who is working with a company in LA right now. While we only went to the restaurant on the corner, I took it as an excuse to you know...wear clothes, since I rarely go out in the world.

LOOK.

A STYLE POST.

Haven't seen one of these in a while, have you?



  • Top by Naked Zebra
  • Jacket by Forever 21
  • Skirt by Lily White
  • Shoes by Aerosoles
  • Jewelry by ?

Suck and Blow

I started writing a rant about how much I suck.

But that's not very nice, is it?

But let's be frank: I suck.

My teacher training starts in less than a week and I've barely been practicing at the studio for a month. Or two. First I was sick, then sick in the head... I've been doing home practice a little, but that hardly counts. I'm secretly petrified they're going to to look at my account history and kick me out of the program because I haven't gone enough, but of course they won't. I'm giving them my money, what do they care? But...what if they DO?!

I AM ALL WORKED UP.

BAH.


I suck.

I blow.

You can do both, at the same time. Defies the laws of physics, but it's possible.

SLOW.

Bluck.

Fail.

Okay, no more of that. I am a beautiful special yogini flower and they're not going to kick me out. I'm dealing with what the professionals call A CRISIS OF CONFIDENCE. I am incredibly excited, and of course, this means I'm incredibly nervous. The two go hand in hand for me. So I just need to CHILL OUT.


You know what would help me relax?

Going to yoga.