love or confusion
every time i watch men in trees, i want to move to alaska.
which doesn't really make any sense, seeing as how i loathe cold weather and have to keep a heater running in my office in the middle of a southern summer, but they don't pay me to make sense and fortunately they have not yet introduced a technology capable of transferring temperature through the television.
but alaska looks pretty, and the men (in the trees?) are pretty pretty too. so there you have my rationale for tuning into a television program; abundant shots of the pristine alaskan wilderness and big tough mountain men wearing flannel and a five oclock shadow. i'm really not that difficult to please.
so the best part of the episode was this scene in which cash (the long dark haired, mysterious, brooding but still kind of seeming like he could maybe be sweet if you could just train him a little bad boy) and jack (the turtleneck wearing stand up kind of nice guy who went back to his ugly ex-girlfriend even though she is pregnant with some other guy's baby) get into a fist fight over marin (the writer who moved to alaska to get away from NYC and all her problems with men [and maybe some women seeing as how she is played by anne heche]).
and it is as i am watching this great masculine battle over feminine territory that i realize a parallel to an often visited battle of my own romantic proportion; the bad guy vs. the good guy. the "i'll treat you like shit but make you still want me because i fuck you right" guy vs. the "i'll do anything you want to make you happy and surprise you with flowers because i like to see you smile" guy. it really seems like it would be a simple decision to make, but for me (or anyone else who is completely insane), it's always been a challenge.
i noticed about a year ago that i had developed a dating pattern; i would date a genuine asshole bastard and then date a bonafide prince charming and then a real piece of shit and then a true heart of gold, never being able to decide which one satisfied me more. even now, when i look over my list of "top celebrities i'd like to fuck without consequence," it's a hodgepodge. i've got matthew mcconaughey vs anthony kiedis and johnny depp vs justin timberlake. it just really doesn't make much sense.
but i guess that's the thing about love. it really doesn't make much sense. but neither does a fight scene sans blood, busted lips, or black eyes, but they don't pay me to direct tv programs. if they did, there would be a pile of cash's hair on the floor because in my book, the nice guy gets the girl.
which doesn't really make any sense, seeing as how i loathe cold weather and have to keep a heater running in my office in the middle of a southern summer, but they don't pay me to make sense and fortunately they have not yet introduced a technology capable of transferring temperature through the television.
but alaska looks pretty, and the men (in the trees?) are pretty pretty too. so there you have my rationale for tuning into a television program; abundant shots of the pristine alaskan wilderness and big tough mountain men wearing flannel and a five oclock shadow. i'm really not that difficult to please.
so the best part of the episode was this scene in which cash (the long dark haired, mysterious, brooding but still kind of seeming like he could maybe be sweet if you could just train him a little bad boy) and jack (the turtleneck wearing stand up kind of nice guy who went back to his ugly ex-girlfriend even though she is pregnant with some other guy's baby) get into a fist fight over marin (the writer who moved to alaska to get away from NYC and all her problems with men [and maybe some women seeing as how she is played by anne heche]).
and it is as i am watching this great masculine battle over feminine territory that i realize a parallel to an often visited battle of my own romantic proportion; the bad guy vs. the good guy. the "i'll treat you like shit but make you still want me because i fuck you right" guy vs. the "i'll do anything you want to make you happy and surprise you with flowers because i like to see you smile" guy. it really seems like it would be a simple decision to make, but for me (or anyone else who is completely insane), it's always been a challenge.
i noticed about a year ago that i had developed a dating pattern; i would date a genuine asshole bastard and then date a bonafide prince charming and then a real piece of shit and then a true heart of gold, never being able to decide which one satisfied me more. even now, when i look over my list of "top celebrities i'd like to fuck without consequence," it's a hodgepodge. i've got matthew mcconaughey vs anthony kiedis and johnny depp vs justin timberlake. it just really doesn't make much sense.
but i guess that's the thing about love. it really doesn't make much sense. but neither does a fight scene sans blood, busted lips, or black eyes, but they don't pay me to direct tv programs. if they did, there would be a pile of cash's hair on the floor because in my book, the nice guy gets the girl.