Is something wrong with me?
So I think there’s something wrong with me.
I was watching Tyler Oakley’s latest video, and ALLEGEDLY, there were some pictures recently released of a gentleman named Darren Criss, who I think is on Glee. Maybe. Is he? I dunno, don’t watch it. Mr. Criss (not to be confused with Magic Man Angel) was not wearing a shirt. And there were all these pictures of him lying around looking very Modern Burt Reynolds minus the fur. And Tyler commenced to fangirl over him like crazy, and many of the commenters fangirled in kind. Adorbs.
Now I only know this Mr. Criss in passing, and in seeing these pictures, I thought to myself “oh sure he’s cute”. But there was no “holy god look at that perfectly sculptured chest. My ovaries are vibrating. I must procreate with him immediately OMGZZZZ.” And I didn’t respond in a manner that it is popular to because I’m gay (although I’m not really straight either, but who’s counting?), and it’s not because I’m married and very into my husband (which is also true, my husband is hot fo shizz), and not because I don’t believe Mr. Criss is attractive, which of course he is.
It’s because I’VE NEVER DONE THAT. That whole drooling over hot famous guys thing? Have not been into it since my JTT phase, since I took down my Tiger Beat posters and began replacing them with cut-out comics from the Sunday news, which was many menstrual cycles ago. Brad Pitt? I’ve TRIED but I don’t care. George Clooney? Nice butt but whatever. (There was this very quick scene in One Fine Day where his butt looks nice.) Tom Cruise? Shiny hair but that’s about it. Paul Walker? Yeah he’s cute whatever. Yeah sure I had a weird sex dream about Jon Hamm ONCE, but that was during my Mad Men Netflix marathon and I was pregnant which ALWAYS produces weird sex dreams, and I may not commence said dreams when Mad Men returns. For the most part, I just don’t care.
It’s totally true that my tastes for men veers into complete dorkdom. Off the top of my head, people I would prefer to have dinner with and then maybe make out with that is not Bramatteorge Pidamooney, both fictional and real:
Egon Spengler
Eddie Kaye Thomas
Geddy Lee (YES, that’s right, Geddy Lee)
Dean Thomas (That’s right, NOT Harry. DEAN.)
Jason Segel
Dave Grohl
Pete from 30 Rock
Yeah, I’m a dork. Is that why? Is there something totally wrong with me because I don’t want to get naked with Bramatteorge Pidamooney?
To be a writer you should read, write and talk to people, hear their knowledge, hear their problems. Be a good listener. The rest will come.
One-up nerd this.
When I think of being creative and sucking at it, of what people might say and think about my supreme suckiness, I think of that time that Rita Skeeter outed Hagrid as a half-giant, and Dumbledore tells him that he got an owl everyday complaining about how he ran Hogwarts, and that if Hagrid waited in his cabin holding out for universal popularity, he would be waiting for a very long time.
Doesn’t get much nerdier than that.
The best thing ever. I want to know this Lacey.
Soapbox.
*climbs onto soapbox*
So last night, during the Grammys and during a Twitter convo with some peeps (who I would totally link to if I could figure out how but you know who you are) about Chris Brown and Rihanna, I tweeted that I would punch my son in the face if he was ever abusive. I thought this thought and tweeted that tweet because I happened to be holding my son at the moment. But later, lying in bed with both my son and daughter, I wanted to revise my tweet, because it applies to both of my kids. I would also have to punch my daughter in the face if SHE was abusive. Abuse, in either direction in a relationship, in any kind of relationship, is unacceptable, Neanderthal behavior.
It’s fair to say that we don’t know what went on between those two, but it baffles my mind that people question Rihanna in this. Is it possible she was also physically abusive? Sure, possibly. Only thing we know for sure is that Rihanna had a face like an eggplant and that Chris Brown had nary a scratch on him. We don’t know for a fact what transpired between them, but we know for a fact that he crossed a major, big bold line, and that should make all the difference. We also know that he never owned up to his behavior. That he only got PROBATION and community service, when in The Real World that fool would have done time for aggravated assault. That when he was asked about it afterward, he would complain that he only wanted to talk about his album, and throw chairs through windows. We’ve all done things we aren’t proud of. We all (well, most of us) would like to improve as human beings. Anyone with a drop of integrity owns up to their behavior. YES I did something terrible. NO I don’t like to talk about it because I’m ashamed (because THAT is why he won’t talk about it). YES I feel horrible, YES I’m doing everything in my power to pay for what I did. And they do it not because their PR people told them to, but because it’s the RIGHT thing to do. Second chances are cool. (I’m not one to give them; I hold a wicked grudge. It’s a weakness.) But second chances are something that you earn. He has not earned it. OWN what you are and what you do. Those Million Moms? Sure, they’re bigots. No, I don’t share the same beliefs. But I have to respect their conviction. At least they own what they say and do. I respect those clowns more than I respect Chris Brown, and anyone who supports him.
And for these women who would “let him beat on them any day”; for the sake of human intellectual evolution, please do not reproduce.
*climbs off soapbox*
