As a user, I know how to navigate Facebook well. Pondering what to fill these pages with, I flip between the words I type on this page, and Facebook. Every time I hit “F5” and see that nothing changes, I hope to find some new inspiration. Nothing is coming to me. There are no new friend requests, there are no new postings. I know that won’t change, but there is still something drawing me back to Facebook. Perhaps it is the fact that The Social Network was a film about Facebook.  The Facebook appeal is unexplainable. It makes relationships easier, I feel more connected with others, and I keep touch with past friends. Those things are all true about Facebook, but none of them describe why I gravitate to it on a nearly daily basis. Almost the same holds true for The Social Network. I can’t seem to understand why so many people have gravitated to it, thought this time it’s not a compliment.

 As I walked into the theatre, mid previews, I was more fixated on the bag of Sour Patch kids in my hand than what was happening on the screen. This held through during the entirety of the movie. I realized I hated Mark Zuckerberg, the site’s creator and film’s main character, from the first scene. It could be the way entitlement oozed from the glazed look in his eyes, but mainly it was in the way he spoke. Every word he uttered was like a fist to a wall, asserting his own assumed intellectual superiority. Though Mark Zuckerberg in real life is possibly nothing like the caricature offered in the film, the reality is that I don’t care regardless.  The film did not make itself out to be a biographical adaptation of an American billionaire’s rise, nor did I believe it to be. My best guess is that the character of Mark Zuckerberg was played out as a choice to draw audiences to the story. One of the issues I have with the film is that there seems to be a lack of likeable or relatable characters. The character I felt remotely in tune with was Eduardo, Mark’s best friend. Yet, being that he gave the money to start up the site, I don’t necessarily feel too bad for the guy.

As an audience member, I don‘t truly know how to feel. Am I supposed to feel bad for the Winklevoss twins, who sue Mark for “stealing their idea”? I find it hard to grieve for the “misfortune” of white privilege personified. Should I shed a tear when Mark sends the girlfriend he bashed a friend request on Facebook? Should I be upset that I will never know if she accepts his friend request? In all honestly, I don’t quite care either way.

 Aside from the fact that I cared more for the overpriced snacks I bought at the theatre than I did for the film, I cannot seem to understand the critical acclaim for The Social Network. Prior to watching the film I saw interviews with some of the actors. When talking about the film, there was reference to it being a best film of the year, or about there being Oscar buzz. As I reflect on these assertions, I can’t help but think that I may have seen the wrong movie. Though I can’t analyze the film for its cinematic values (lighting, staging, camera movement, etc.), I can say that I’ve seen better movies. As I left the theatre, I was shocked at the time. The two hour film dragged. When in a movie theater, I normally hit a point when I unwillingly admit to myself that the movie has to come to an end soon.  This was not the case during The Social Network. Now, this is coming from someone who has seen Titanic more times than he would care to mention. I have never found the three-hour film to be too long.

Just like I can’t explain why I am a member of Facebook, or why I can’t seem to pinpoint what lures me to the site, I can’t describe why  people liked this movie so much. I don’t find the story to be something that needed to be told. I believe the reason many people went to go see the movie was because it was about Facebook, which is something that many are a part of. Just like I’m sure many people would see a film about their parents, friends, or hometown, I believe that many people were drawn to the movie on the basis that they themselves have a Facebook, and somehow feel invested. I, personally, was only moderately entertained throughout, and so the film only barely served its purpose, which is to entertain. I wouldn’t watch the film again, nor would I recommend that people rush to see it. This is definitely a film that can wait to be rented for a dollar on RedBox. I give The Social Network a good standing only on the basis that it gave me an opportunity to eat a bag of my favorite candy.

I recently got two of my wisdom teeth out, and I am still at the point where I can’t really chew anything. Through this experience I have come to the realization that I LOVE FOOD. Here are some things I’ve been craving since I had the procedure done:

Brownies!

A Hamburger, with pickles .

A box of store bought cookies that were haunting me in our kitchen.

Corn

Homemade French Fries!

An Icee with a straw

CapriSun

(Anything with a straw really).

Multiple Chicken drumsticks.

A Ceaser Salad.

A Turkey Sandwich.

A Peach, Pear, Pineapple (any fruit, really).

Green Mill Pizza.

Chicken Parm.

A Tortilla.

Chips!

Chipotle!

Tator tots.

Toast.

Pancakes. (for some reason when I thought of Pancakes I wanted them EXTRA bad)

Now, this is not a complete list by any means because I’m sure that when I post this I’ll think of way more food items. I honestly just can’t wait until my diet doesn’t consist of luke warm soup and Vicodin.

- I’m needy.
I try to be independent and such but it’s easy to become dependent on someone to make you feel better. Someone to say “you’re great” even when you don’t feel great. Someone to hold you when you feel all alone. It’s easy to fall into a dependent role. I get there easy with people. I know I do it, and I can hardly stand it.

- I’m bi polar.
Okay so not really (at least not diagnosed) but I get in these mood swings. This goes along with being needy. I can be super happy on minute…then I start feeling loney and get super depresed, iand I start feeling alone. I start questioning why I’m alone and I start to wonder if you notice me.

-I do things for attention.
If I feel like I’m alone and if I feel depressed or unwanted or unloved I do things like write depressing shit to get your attention. Nothing in specific but everything in general.

- I get paranoid easily.
If you go a while wihtout responding to my text I get anxious. I can hardly breathe. I turn my phone off and back on to make sure it wasn’t being stupid and not showing me the sent texts. I text myself to make sure that my text still works. I call you and hang up before it rings in the hopes that you might see and call back. I open a text adressed to you. Just a Blank message I hope to send just so that you can get it and then wonder what I was going to say. Just to get you thinking about me.

These are just a few reasons why you might want to get away from me. These are just a few of the ways you make me crazy(er). This is how I know I love you. Sometimes I think you hurt me more than you help, not in a bad way…just that sometimes I think that the longer I’m with you the harder it’ll be for me to let go. The harder you’ll make to for me to get fixed. Although with you I don’t feel that broken. <3.

Have you ever heard what they say about first impressions? “You only make one”. When going into a job interview, make a great first impression because that’s how you’ll be remembered.  For the most part, I think we all hold this idea of first impressions in our minds. I’m not saying it’s something we are consciously always thinking about. There are times when we’re thinking about making a good impression more than others, like at a job interview. The idea behind making a good impression is running on the assumption that the first impression is how people will remember you. If you trip the first time you meet someone, that may in fact be what they remember about you. I’m sure if it came time to find someone to walk them down the aisle at their wedding they wouldn’t choose you. If that ever came up…? Which, I don’t know why it would.

In any event, I do this weird thing where I can actually like someone, and I can actually think they’re a really great person, but they could do something that only slightly involves me, and then it dramatically shifts the way I feel about them. Like a first impression of sorts. That is, and forever will be how I remember them. There really isn’t anything that I can do to help it. It’s just how I feel. Today, I had one of those moment with someone.

I’ve come as close as to almost de-friend them from Facebook, although that would prompt this person to ponder why, and I honestly don’t care enough to have to deal with it.  It could be one of those situations where I could mend it, not hold a grudge, but I honestly don’t want to. I mean, they’re not a bad person, they didn’t dis Lady Gaga or Lea Michele or Neil Patrick Harris, or any of my other idols, but it feels like in a way they did. Ever since hearing this anecdote I’ve had a sick feeling. I’ve had a horrible pain that I can’t shake off. As I write this blog, and as their image runs around in my head I am honestly disgusted. I literally took a shower earlier and tried to scrub the dis-taste from my body.

The pure thought of having to spend a undetermined amount of time with this person in the coming months is honestly making me sick to my stomach. But, like I said, it’s just like a first impression, it is hard to kick it. I don’t mean to hold a grudge, but in this case I honestly cannot help it. I was offended in more ways than one, and I just can’t seem to forget, nor do I want to put enough effort in to remedy the situation, and be upfront and say “Hey, this is what I heard, and honestly it is uncool, fuck you!”. I can’t bring myself to doing that, not in the slightest.

As said by Chris Colfer in the issue of Rolling Stone with Glee on the cover:
” You know that forget-and-forgive bullshit? No, no, no, no, not for me. You take that grudge and let that grudge fester, and then you use it.”

Bare with me, the title of this post isn’t about how scared of death I am. Rather, it is more about everything else. It isn’t the actual death that I’m scared of. After having given it a lot of thought, I was just thinking about how difficult death really is. I mean, unless you’re given a period of time, you don’t really know when it’s going to happen. For all I know, I might not wake up after I post this and fall asleep. What if that did happen? How would everyone hear about it? When would it get back to my closest friends? That is one of the first things I think about when thoughts about my death enter my mind.

Something that brings me great fear in dying is that I didn’t make a difference for anyone to actually care that I was gone. Sure, people that I know might be sad, but aside from that, 5 years after I died I’d be just a distant memory of someone that was, rather than a ever present importance.

I’ve always thought that I’d want to die young. I mean, the whole idea of a tragic death really speaks to me. Young deaths are usually considered tragic. However, it isn’t so much that, as it is this: if I die young the people who speak at my funeral can talk about what I could have done with my life. Who I could have been. The places I could have gone. How I could have changed the world. If I die old, all that people will talk about is what I did, and, if I didn’t do much, then everyone would know. They would all be aware of the mediocre person I was in life. Whereas with a young death, people can pretend that I could have been more than average. Even if they didn’t believe it to be true, they could pretend, at least for a while. My whole thing with dying is this: What impact have I made? Where have I left my footprints? The scary thing for me that when it happens is that I won’t be prepared. I’ve always been able to shape the way people perceive me. Who’s going to do that when I’m gone?

Have you ever heard the term ‘Reality Bites’? I experienced that tonight. I think there are many thing that we tell ourselves, or that at least we know, that we don’t accept until we say them out loud, or tell someone else. Although, it didn’t so much as bite, as it BIT! For some reason that sounded worse than “bites” for me. I don’t know why. Either way, it wasn’t a good feeling. It was the realization that the hopes, dreams and aspirations that I hold dear are unattainable, in a real sense. Now, these aren’t the hopes, dreams and aspirations that I share with the world. No, these are the ones that I share with myself, and well, just basically with myself. The ones I hold dear. The ones that I don’t really talk about with just anyone.

There is something about knowing that your dreams won’t come true that just isn’t the best. It’s like knowing the ending of a movie or a book. You know that a character is going to die, for instance, and well, I don’t know about you, but, honestly, the movie is no longer worth watching, and the book is no longer worth reading.

There was a voice in my head that told me the possible unattainability of my dreams, but it wasn’t until I said it out loud that it sunk it. It wasn’t until then, that I understood that now nothing is left, but walking slowly and painfully to the dark abyss, without the ability to return. Doomed forever to stay in reality. Trapped without an escape. Where is my escape? Who is my escape? My distraction. My makes it all better no matter what?

Have you ever been happy with things, even if the situation doesn’t necessarily warrant happiness? This is where I am right now. I am in a happy place. Now, there are still things that I am going through in life that aren’t the best situations. It isn’t to say that I am optimistic about this situation, rather that it has been so much a part of me that I can now just over look it. That now, I don’t consider that when scoring my happy scale. It is almost conditional. Like, I know that being ‘happy’ might not last long. Almost as if I’m not sure if I am happy, as if I might only be counting one part of my life as why I am happy.

I seem now to be ignoring the crappy parts of my life. So, the whole crappy work thing, I can ignore that. Is that what it means to be happy? Is happiness just a state of mind? Are you happy if you want to be, and unhappy if you want to be? Is this how it works, am I just figuring it all out now?

I mean, I have heard before that dark clouds follow those who have an umbrella open. Okay, so I just made that up, but, does it make sense? If you carry an umbrella you’re asking for rain, right? What are your thoughts? Do you need to just find a happy place? Can you just have a little corner of happiness that you can go to. Can you just make everything feel better without things necessarily being great?

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Have you ever been so into a song that you had it on repeat? You know, where that was the song that was playing for a countless number of times. I’ve done that. I can’t recall the songs, but I have done that. Sometimes I’m just in the mood for that one song, or sometimes I think a song is so fantastic, that it deserves to be put on repeat. Now, imagine having a song on replay that you absolutely cannot stand. I’m talking about a song that makes your skin crawl, makes you want to pull your hair out, bad. Now, imagine having your life on repeat, and having it feel like it’s that horrific song playing over and over again. That’s how I feel right now. That’s how I’ve been feeling as of late.

I have work, which I go to from Wednesday to Sunday. Sure, sometimes that will vary if someone needs a favor and wants me to switch, but, for the most part, it’s the same routine. It’s just some mindless, lack of effort, occurrence in my life. I don’t want to keep doing it, but I have to. I have to do it over and over and over again. I tell myself that at some point I won’t have to do it for long, that I won’t have the misfortune of the people that have been there for years and years. The people who pride themselves on 10 plus years. The same people that make me sick, that I can’t understand. It sickens me that anyone can work such a pointless, empty job for so long, and actually feel good about what they are doing.

Me, personally, I know, and understand that society gets nothing from the work I do. I feel horrible doing it, and I hate ever second of it. The hatred is barley overshadowed by the small, 30 second glimmers of compliments that I rarely get from happy customers. I feel like I’m in the one twilight zone where they relive the same day over and over and over again. The days just blur together, one after the other. What did I do this day? What did I do that day? They’re all the same day. The problem? It doesn’t end, it just keeps going and going and going.

I’m like an animal in a box with no holes. I can’t breathe, the air escapes me. I’m waiting for something to be the air in my lungs.  I want the cycle of repetition to end. I need some road block, some speed bump to turn it down and something to eventually press “next” on what is my life. I’m tired of the same old song.

A list complied by myself and Tiana. We both found that there needed to be no explanation for these people. Also, we actually did spend quite a bit of time deciding the order.

10. Dane Cook

9. Kate Gosselin

8. Levi Johnston

7. Heidi & Spencer

6. Carrie Prejean

5. Kanye West

4. Balloon Boy’s Parents

3. Chris Brown

2. Jon Gosselin

1. Tiger Woods

If you’ve ever heard the expression ”Just spit it out!” then you know that it isn’t referring to any food or drink that someone has in their mouth. Rather, it refers to someone taking a little too long to communicate a point. If someone uses this phrase, it’s probably because they have grown quite weary of  the other person. They just want you to tell them what they want.

As kids we are taught to ask for what we want. The sooner we learn to speak, the sooner we can tell our parents what we want. However, before we can talk we attempt to get our point across through lots of pointing, crying, and whining. Sometimes it’s hard to know exactly what a young child (baby to be exact) wants. Even though they might point, we might just not get it. Now, although we think we eventually grow out of this ‘stage’, in reality we don’t.

I think I know what I want at this point (in relation to a particular situation which you may, or may not hear more about). Sure…it would be easy to just say it. It would be easy to “spit it out”. But, what would my life be if it were easy, right? Yes, I have to make things just a little bit more complex. I could attempt to give myself what I want. I could be the one to make the effort. I mean, what’s the worse that can happen, I’ll have to face rejection and disappointment? Oh, right. That is the worse that could happen. That is pretty bad, to me, anyway.

Like a baby, I have tried to use methods that are less straight forward in an attempt to get what I want. Subtle things. Too subtle? Perhaps. Though, maybe they aren’t subtle at all….that’s another thought.  I try to tell myself that in this particular instance it’s not my turn to make a move. Like Chess, I must await patiently for the other person to move. That’s easier said than done.

The point, well, everything is a lot less difficult if we just verbalize what we want. If we verbalize what we feel. What we need. In some cases we even have to verbalize that we think that other people should verbalize. Should I take my own advice? Yes, yes I should. Will I, unfortunately for my sake…I probably won’t.

If you come to this blog regularly you might have noticed that I haven’t blogged in quite a while. Now, it isn’t because I forgot, not at all. I am an intense blogger. I am always thinking of what the next blog could be. What I could talk about, what I have to say. I didn’t forget. The thing is, that I have recently just felt uninspired. It isn’t writer block, it’s almost as if I’ve given you all that I had. I’ve taken all the pieces of my soul and sprinkled them on my writing. The problem seems to be that I overused my soul sprinkles. I almost feel disheartened. I have eggs, but I don’t seem to have baskets to put them in.

I’ve started to write at least three different blogs, and after about a paragraph I just stopped and deleted them. I didn’t seem like they mattered. They weren’t really up to par with my standards. I just couldn’t go on. I mean, at first I forced myself into thinking that they were good ideas. I forced myself to think that I was actually going somewhere worthwhile. When the entire time I was actually just going to end up in the middle of nowhere.

So, where is this lack of inspiration coming from? It’s probably from the fact that I don’t have much going on.  I don’t really have much life direction. I’m pretty sure my inner compass is broken. It’s almost as if there is too much uncertainty in my life. Too much left to be seen. I’m sure some of you are thinking that uncertainty is good. I’m sure you’re saying that no one wants to know everything that happens to them. While this is true, I think that you also don’t want to be swimming around blind in the middle of a shark filled ocean. (Although, I guess you probably wouldn’t want to swim in a shark filled ocean regardless, but that’s beside the point). That’s how much uncertainty I’m faced with now. While some people have at least some things figured out by now, I lack even that. I wish I could be more specific, but I honestly just can’t (you’ll just have to stay tuned).

Again, the problem isn’t that I don’t have time to write. The problem isn’t that I don’t want to blog. It isn’t that I forgot to either. The issue is that all the fire in the depths of my soul has burned out. The heart has stopped beating. The life, is gone. I’m just an empty shell of hollow body, waiting to be over taken by something bigger; a blank canvass waiting to be made beautiful, and priceless. I invite you to come paint me. Come fill me, and come re-fuel my fire.

I never realized how hard it was to write a depressing, meaning of life type blog when you are in a good state, when things aren’t falling apart. Or rather, when you aren’t letting the things that are falling apart around you affect your mood. There is a sense of serenity that comes along with letting people into your life. It’s peaceful to know that someone is in it for the ride. Someone is there next to you. They don’t necessarily help you make sense of things, but they do help by just being there. There is truly no point to this blog, at all. Other than to just say that for the first time in a long time, in ever, I feel ok. I truly do. I am okay with where I am personally. I am close to finding out who I am, and accepting that. I am ready to start exploring things in life. I am open to new challenges. New experiences. It is a more optimistic me. I feel more like things will figure themselves out when the time is right. Sure, it would be easier for them to be figured out now, but then again, life isn’t meant to be easy. Not now, not ever.

Don’t get me wrong, I want my tortured artist/writer phase back, soon, but I’m sure I can get there without having to be there personally.

Why do I do it? Why do I blog. Well, before I can even start to figure that out in writing, I will have you know that this is my one year anniversary blog. I started blogging December 22nd 2008. Initially I started my blog in hopes that I would actually follow through and not stop blogging half way through. Before I had had other blog and they died down after a few posts. I was proud to have made it to 6 months, and to 50 blogs, but to have actually made it to one year is just such a great feeling. I would, of course, like to thank those that have been loyal from the start, and also, those that trickle in here from time to time.

This all goes back to why I do it. I don’t know everything. Hell, I probably don’t about half of the things that I talk about. I blog and I write because I like doing it. I try to have a good balance of amazingly hilarious posts, like “Things I like In My Mouth” (http://joealmun.wordpress.com/2009/08/30/things-i-like-in-my-mouth/). I like taking things from popular culture and current events like “Things That Needed To Be Said About 2009 (http://joealmun.wordpress.com/2009/12/16/things-that-needed-to-be-said-about-2009/). I also like to talk about things that I notice in real life, like “The Fear In Truth” (http://joealmun.wordpress.com/2009/11/02/the-fear-in-truth/) or “Forced Labor in the Hopeless Emptiness” (http://joealmun.wordpress.com/2009/04/18/forced-labor-in-the-hopeless-emptiness/).

I  like to write about things that I am not sure about. One of the most popular blog posts (to date) that I have ever written is “Save Me, I’m Lost” (http://joealmun.wordpress.com/2009/04/28/save-me-im-lost/). Then there is my newest creation by the name of Conner Adams, our very own conservative correspondent.

Now, I know what you are all thinking, I have yet to answer the question as to why I blog, but the thing is that I don’t even think I know. I mean, on the one hand I do it to give myself a voice, but also to give others a voice, like my blog “Shame On You!” (http://joealmun.wordpress.com/2009/05/26/shame-on-you/). When I first started blogging I knew that I didn’t want this to be a journal. I didn’t want to blog about my day. What I did. I didn’t need any “Dear Diary” moments.  Or more so, I didn’t want any of those moments. Although sometimes I do write about my life, I always try to relate it to some bigger subject. Some larger topic. I do it for fun, for inspiration, for life. For me. I do it because I like when people email me (or comment) and tell me that they had never thought about something in “that way” or that they have felt the same way. I do it for the times that people come up to me in real life and start a sentence off with “You know what you should blog about…”. I do it for the people that tell me that I’ve helped them cope with something through a particular post. This all makes it worthwhile.

Thank you to all who have been reading, commenting, guest blogging, etc. You all have played a huge part in me keeping this blog alive for so long!  As I go into my second year I want to increase my readership. So, please, pass my blog along.  I included those links in the event that you can read something that you might have missed. Also in the hopes that people would pass on relevant posts to people that they know. Maybe something that you think is super funny to a friend that would appreciate it, or a post you totally disagree with to friends you know would equally despise it.

Now, for those that know that I pride myself on having tremendously relevant or whitty titles, the title to this post is in relation to the first blog I posted entitled “It’s What We Do”, and, here you all are; the first blog I ever posted here: (http://joealmun.wordpress.com/2008/12/22/its-what-we-do/)

Here are some kind words from some of my readers:

I read Jose’s blog from the beginning, I was trying to start my own successful blog and was interested in reading everyone else’s. What struck me the most was his perseverance and committal to getting his ideas out there into the world. No matter what he was talking about, the fact that Jose published his blog on facebook and twitter and encouraged his friends to comment made me want my blog to be like his! Alas, I am not that focused. Nor do I have common threads to write about like Jose, who is part of the mainstream world. My blog is mainly philosophical wanderings dipping into the abstract….but nevertheless! I appreciate Jose’s blog for what it is, and am always glad to discuss trending topics with such an open minded individual.

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In this past year, I’ve enjoyed reading your blogs, and most definitely trying to keep up with them as well. I hope to read more of your blogs, whether it be about celebs, politics, or personal stuff, because it never seizes to put a smile on my face when reading them. And it definitely makes me more in depth sometimes.

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[A] blog that I really enjoyed reading was the one about relationships. I was going through some problems and when I read your blog it helped me think and it just comforted me. It made me less hurt and more understanding. I like when you speak your mind, I find it very interesting. You don’t care what others say about your writing and what you write is honest.

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By far, I would have to say one of my most favorite blog that I’ve read from you is the Thankful Thursday blog. Sometimes, I feel like everyone forgets to be thankful for what they have and or what is in their life. Therefore, by reading that blog, I’ve reestablished a little thing to remind myself to be thankful of the wonderful people in my life, as well as the wonderful things that I have. Therefore, thank you Jose! But, this is only the 1st year of your blogging, and I know there are definitely more years to add to this year. So I’m looking forward to the upcoming years to come, as well as the blogs that comes with it. I’ll be waiting on them! Keep on strong with these blogs, because you’re a wonderful person, and a great blogger!

Michael Jackson is dead. Stop trying to make money off of him, Jackson Family. Also, am I the only that noticed that Latoya Jackson was in the audience of Dancing With The Stars every week? (I probably am), regardless of that, do you think that she would have been in the audience had her brother not died? NO! Also, Jermaine Jackson has been getting a lot of apperences, and even received an AMA on behalf of his brother. Now, that’s all good, but did he have to bring his own children on stage? Hey, Jermaine, your brother died, and you are there to receive the award on his behalf…not to whore out your own children!

Lady Gaga is amazing! Her “outlandish” fashions are innovative, and fantastic. Just because she doesn’t hold back and fit the standards of what some people think a “pop star” should be doesn’t mean that people can make fun of her. She is being herself, which is something that most people should be doing. Everyone can take a page out of the book of Gaga.

Hey, “Ke$ha”, or whoever the singer of the song Tick Tock is…just because you repeat things in a song doesn’t mean it’s good. Also, I remember that episode of The Simple Life where you throw up in Paris Hilton’s closet.

Former Miss California Carrie Prejean: Hey, you suck! How about the next time she makes a sex video, instead of it being just her, why not get her a guy so he can stick something in her mouth. Doesn’t she ever shut up? Dumb Bitch.

I know that Jon and Kate Gosslin were in the press a lot this year. I also know that they made a lot of money out of their television show, and the endevours that were brought upon by their television fame. Now, that being said, I don’t think that it should be encouraged for people to have a lot of children that they can’t take care of on their own. Kate has herself talked about how before the show they struggled with paying the bills, as anyone with sextuplets probably does. Now, those 6 kids weren’t her choice, I’m sure if she knew she’d be pregnant with 6 she would have thought twice about getting pregnant in the first place. However, women like Nadia what’s her face Octo-mom that are just artificially inseminating themselves…yeah, that is not okay. That is NOT cute. I get it, that people like watching shows about people with abnormal amounts of children, but I definitely don’t think it should be encouraged.

Twitter is the best thing to have happened to my life since, well, since ever. Please, don’t try to compare it to Facebook. Please, don’t blow it off because you “can’t handle another social networking site”. No one wants you to. If you don’t like Twitter, then us Twits, don’t like you.

E!, do you think that you can just replace Holly, Bridgette and Kendra as the girls next door? I hope you didn’t think that we would understand. We don’t. I like stability when it comes to my reality whores. Please keep that in mind for the future.

Tiger Woods deserves to get his penis cut off.

Also, another thing
[enter Kanye West]
“Yo, Jose, look, I’ma let you finish…but Perez has one of the best blogs of all time!”.

Annoying, isn’t it? See, these Kanye West parodies were funny for about a month. To be honest, they aren’t that funny anymore. We get it, he’s a douche bag. We don’t need to be reminded of this fact every chance we see an opportunity.

Is there anything you think needs to be said about 2009? Leave me thoughts, and your opinions, in the comments.

If you ask any mom what she wants for her daughter as she grows up, they would probably say that they want their daughters to become strong women. Actually, if you ask just about any parent what they want for their daughters, they might say that. I mean, who wants to raise a daughter who has to succumb to what a man wants her to do, right? Well, I have been noticing something lately that was slightly disturbing to me. It isn’t a major thing at all, but it is one of those small things that make a huge difference. It is a character definer, if you will.

I, personally, don’t like it at all when women have to rely on a man. From personal experience, I hate it that women think that their lives are completed by men. Now, most women would probably call themselves “strong”, but many of those are the same women that are worried about when they are going to get married, and such.

Working at a restaurant, one of my jobs is to take names on a sheet when we get busy. One of the things that happens a lot is that a woman comes in with her family I will ask her how many are in her party. She’ll tell me. Then, I ask for a first name. There is a moment of silence. She is clearly thinking (which actually a lot of people do…as if it’s such a hard question). During this time I am examining her; could she be a Joyce? Or a Dawn perhaps? I wait for the name, and then I am surprised when I hear “Tom” or “Bob” or some other male name. After writing down the name I realize that she has given the name of her husband. I write it down, and then I am baffled at why these women have choosen to give the names of their husbands.

Now, it isn’t all the women that come by, but, it is a vast majority. It isn’t just older women either. It’s not something that you could attribute to a particular age group or decade. It is women who look to have been married for years (or on their 2nd and 3rd husband) and women who have but a small child and look to be in their early 20′s. The non-professional side of me just wants to look that women in the eye and ask her why she can’t give her own name. Is she not worthy? Also, if your husband really wanted his name to be given, then why didn’t he bring his rude ass up here and talk to me himself?

Sure, you might be thinking that this is just some small occurrence when out to eat, but when you think about it, it says a lot about these women. I mean, these are the women that obsess over pleasing their husbands. These are the women who quit careers to stay at home so their husband could feel like he’s a “man”. These are the women with “Palin 2012″ bumper stickers on their cars.  These are the women that put up with abuse. These are the women that raise their daughters to be the same way.

Seriously, women have been fighting for way too long to give their husbands name over theirs. It starts with giving your husband’s name at a restaurant, and then it escalates to letting  Bart Stupak and Orrin Hatch decide that they will try to sell a healthcare bill at the expense of women and their abortion coverage.

Women, do everyone a favor, either give your name, or tell your lazy husbands to do it themselves. Don’t go out of your way to please the insecure men in your lives. If they feel emasculated that’s their fight, not yours. Your fight has been going on long before your husbands were born, and your fight will continue long after he cheats on you to make himself feel better.