Here's to the girls.
So this morning, I stayed in sick and I came to two conclusions.
One, there is no way one can survive daytime tv without cable...and two, kids are, by far, the most inspirational creatures on Earth...and it's a shame that the world deteriorates about every ounce of charm they have by the time they reach adulthood...
Today, I got in touch with my inner child and decided to sit through an episode of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. I realize I could've watched a judge show or another amazing infomercial, but Mr. Roger's and I needed to play catch-up. So I watched...and it was about puppets getting married and then Mr. Rogers sang this little didley about love and how people will like you just the way you are and do amazing things for you. I then thought to myself that perhaps Mr. Rogers never tried dating in Southern California.
Anyway, watching Mr. Rogers and all his optimism reminded me of how optimistic I once was as a little girl about love. I remember letting my imagination run away with me, dancing with my pillow to Gloria Estefan, thinking, "One day, I'll meet a boy who will just grab me in his arms and dance with me--regardless of place or time."
I mean, you grow up with all these hopes and dreams--IDEALISMS, better said--and you wait for them all to magically happen....but they don't. And suddenly all those little romanticized scenarios you imagined in your head as a kid become fuzzy, lost somewhere under a pile of reality.
So I'm left to wonder.... Do women expect too much from men? Or are men just incapacitated to listen to a woman's real desires? Come on GUYS. We don't make you watch romantic comedies for nothing. You may think they were invented for strict female pleasure....No, no, no. The truth is, my testosterone-driven boneheads, they were created for you and you only, so that perhaps they could give you some ideas and fill that shallow part of your brain that triggers CREATIVITY.
Alas, not all is lost. My hope is that someday idealisms become realities for not only myself, but some of my dear female friends. And maybe one day, I can replace my pillow with a man.
One, there is no way one can survive daytime tv without cable...and two, kids are, by far, the most inspirational creatures on Earth...and it's a shame that the world deteriorates about every ounce of charm they have by the time they reach adulthood...
Today, I got in touch with my inner child and decided to sit through an episode of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. I realize I could've watched a judge show or another amazing infomercial, but Mr. Roger's and I needed to play catch-up. So I watched...and it was about puppets getting married and then Mr. Rogers sang this little didley about love and how people will like you just the way you are and do amazing things for you. I then thought to myself that perhaps Mr. Rogers never tried dating in Southern California.
Anyway, watching Mr. Rogers and all his optimism reminded me of how optimistic I once was as a little girl about love. I remember letting my imagination run away with me, dancing with my pillow to Gloria Estefan, thinking, "One day, I'll meet a boy who will just grab me in his arms and dance with me--regardless of place or time."
I mean, you grow up with all these hopes and dreams--IDEALISMS, better said--and you wait for them all to magically happen....but they don't. And suddenly all those little romanticized scenarios you imagined in your head as a kid become fuzzy, lost somewhere under a pile of reality.
So I'm left to wonder.... Do women expect too much from men? Or are men just incapacitated to listen to a woman's real desires? Come on GUYS. We don't make you watch romantic comedies for nothing. You may think they were invented for strict female pleasure....No, no, no. The truth is, my testosterone-driven boneheads, they were created for you and you only, so that perhaps they could give you some ideas and fill that shallow part of your brain that triggers CREATIVITY.
Alas, not all is lost. My hope is that someday idealisms become realities for not only myself, but some of my dear female friends. And maybe one day, I can replace my pillow with a man.