random thoughts on celebrity and life
paris hilton looks so slimy to me. her facial expressions, her way of walking, her voice...everything just exudes a stench of too much sex and crusty semen-covered panties. ugh. i don't understand how people find her sexy.
i really like rihanna's new do. she looks sexy and stylish and fresh. i've been thinking about getting my haircut--not that short--and i'm just not sure. i feel that everyone is jumping on the katie holmes/posh bob, and i've never been one to take that ride. but the bob...that was my signature cut all through college. it was fun, easy to maintain, nice. now that i have a beautiful son who's always pulling on my longer hair, i'm wondering if i should try again.
my cousin is sort of religious. (read=extremely). we're really close, and we were both pretty devout for a while...and then i went off to college, had some bad experiences with my church (read=cult) and haven't really gone back to church since. she, on the other hand, still maintains her faith and is raising her kids accordingly. that's fine. i mean, we still pray at family dinners and occasionally go to family services and have a christmas tree (right next to our menorah). but they've been having financial problems lately (husband got a different job that pays less) and so things have been pretty rough. she talks about having faith and taking a job that is pleasing to the lord and allows her to be a vessel for christ...and it makes me really angry. not sad, not cynical, not confused--angry. it makes me angry because she seems to think that taking a job to pay the bills is wrong. taking a job that isn't fulfilling in every way is wrong. those millions of people dissatisfied with their jobs--they're wrong to stay in those places even though it enables them to pay the bills, provide for their families, give simple and sometimes luxurious comforts. and it makes me angry to think that her kids won't be able to play little league or have a nice night out at the ice cream parlor because she's waiting for god to give her the okay on a job. the perfect job. you know what? maybe god wants her to provide for her family. maybe god wants her husband to get off his lazy ass and find a job that pays more (instead of one that has better vacations, which is why he took this other job). and maybe, just maybe, god isn't offended by the stench of money--especially when we're talking possibly hourly wages and not 6-figure salaries. these thoughts about jobs? they're from famous pastors, local churches, spiritual workshops. and i think too many people see this as an excuse not to go out and do something about the fact that they no longer have any savings. "oh, i'm waiting for god to give me a sign that this is the way to go."
okay, maybe saying i wasn't cynical was too generous a statement. and i love her, i love her family, and i want the best for them. i want to respect their life decisions. but it's just hard when my parents are wondering why they're having problems and why don't they just do a, b and c--and why don't i talk to her about it...and i'm wondering the same things.
on a good, note, i've been exercising every day, and i'm feeling good about the direction of things. getting rid of that baby pouch slowly but surely...
i really like rihanna's new do. she looks sexy and stylish and fresh. i've been thinking about getting my haircut--not that short--and i'm just not sure. i feel that everyone is jumping on the katie holmes/posh bob, and i've never been one to take that ride. but the bob...that was my signature cut all through college. it was fun, easy to maintain, nice. now that i have a beautiful son who's always pulling on my longer hair, i'm wondering if i should try again.
my cousin is sort of religious. (read=extremely). we're really close, and we were both pretty devout for a while...and then i went off to college, had some bad experiences with my church (read=cult) and haven't really gone back to church since. she, on the other hand, still maintains her faith and is raising her kids accordingly. that's fine. i mean, we still pray at family dinners and occasionally go to family services and have a christmas tree (right next to our menorah). but they've been having financial problems lately (husband got a different job that pays less) and so things have been pretty rough. she talks about having faith and taking a job that is pleasing to the lord and allows her to be a vessel for christ...and it makes me really angry. not sad, not cynical, not confused--angry. it makes me angry because she seems to think that taking a job to pay the bills is wrong. taking a job that isn't fulfilling in every way is wrong. those millions of people dissatisfied with their jobs--they're wrong to stay in those places even though it enables them to pay the bills, provide for their families, give simple and sometimes luxurious comforts. and it makes me angry to think that her kids won't be able to play little league or have a nice night out at the ice cream parlor because she's waiting for god to give her the okay on a job. the perfect job. you know what? maybe god wants her to provide for her family. maybe god wants her husband to get off his lazy ass and find a job that pays more (instead of one that has better vacations, which is why he took this other job). and maybe, just maybe, god isn't offended by the stench of money--especially when we're talking possibly hourly wages and not 6-figure salaries. these thoughts about jobs? they're from famous pastors, local churches, spiritual workshops. and i think too many people see this as an excuse not to go out and do something about the fact that they no longer have any savings. "oh, i'm waiting for god to give me a sign that this is the way to go."
okay, maybe saying i wasn't cynical was too generous a statement. and i love her, i love her family, and i want the best for them. i want to respect their life decisions. but it's just hard when my parents are wondering why they're having problems and why don't they just do a, b and c--and why don't i talk to her about it...and i'm wondering the same things.
on a good, note, i've been exercising every day, and i'm feeling good about the direction of things. getting rid of that baby pouch slowly but surely...