rice in my nose
The other day I was sitting at a respectable Korean restaurant with my family when I started eavesdropping on the group of people in the booth behind us (not because I was being a snoop, but they were being frikkin' loud). They were a group of Hispanic(?) ladies and one man... probably around their 40's. They were on the topic of Sex and The City, and one woman kept saying "I'm such a Carrie you don't even know..." then she turns to her friend next to her and she says " OMg you're such a Samantha... because you're wild and bitchy" and she turns to the man and she says "You could be a Big..." then then man retorts, "No, I think I'd be a Medium." And they all laughed merrily together.
I noticed that my friends and I always do this as well. We always find the need to categorize each other into these recognizable caricatures of pop culture. For instance just in our apartment alone, there are 1.5 Samanthas, 1.5 Carrie, 0.5 Mirandas, 1 Charlotte , and 2 Mr. Big's (Unfortunately no Aidans yet) Yep... whether it be the Powerpuff girls or the Spice girls (Joyce, you're such a Posh!), we like to identify ourselves with others. Maybe, its the familiarity aspect... or just feeling like we belong somewhere in this lonely universe. That would also kind of explain our annoying habit of meeting someone new and telling them they remind us of someone we already know. Yeah, we've got to stop doing that...
Watching the re-run of the Miss America Pageant on VH1...
Miss Georgia Monica Pang is gorgeous... AND she's runner up! Go asians!
ps. jess, MY dreams lead me to believe that i'm a closet freak. but more on that later.
I noticed that my friends and I always do this as well. We always find the need to categorize each other into these recognizable caricatures of pop culture. For instance just in our apartment alone, there are 1.5 Samanthas, 1.5 Carrie, 0.5 Mirandas, 1 Charlotte , and 2 Mr. Big's (Unfortunately no Aidans yet) Yep... whether it be the Powerpuff girls or the Spice girls (Joyce, you're such a Posh!), we like to identify ourselves with others. Maybe, its the familiarity aspect... or just feeling like we belong somewhere in this lonely universe. That would also kind of explain our annoying habit of meeting someone new and telling them they remind us of someone we already know. Yeah, we've got to stop doing that...
Watching the re-run of the Miss America Pageant on VH1...
Miss Georgia Monica Pang is gorgeous... AND she's runner up! Go asians!
ps. jess, MY dreams lead me to believe that i'm a closet freak. but more on that later.