It’s Ok To Be a Girl

I usually consider myself to privately be girlie, but every now and then it sneaks out; like when I play dance around the house to girlie music (secretly) or peruse the make-up department for an hour.  Lately it happens more and more.  I don’t know if I subconsciously pretended to not be so feminine or if I am just a late bloomer, both of which are highly possible.  My greatest girlfriends are the same way.  We can challenge the best of the men out there on most any topic with fervor.  There are times however, that I just want to be a girl and find its ok to cry at the commercials about the doggies in the animal shelters.  Damn you, Sarah McLachlan and Pedigree commercials!

Today was unexpectantly one of those days.  It was a lazy Sunday, with no plans.  As my husband and I woke up, we laughed about a line from the movie “I Love You Man”.  Pretty much anything with Jason Segel or Paul Rudd is hilarious, and after stumbling around the house I was pleasantly surprised to find it on TV today.  So “daily dose of laughter” could be definitely checked off the list.  Humor is incredibly important in a world that is far too serious.  (“Slappin’ the bass mon!”) This was followed by some manly portions of Texas BBQ for dinner and a trip to Home Depot.  I hate that I love that store sometimes.

Hubby took a nap and I flipped through the channels because I didn’t feel like writing yet.  I stumbled upon “P.S. I Love You”.  You can gag if you want to.  I’m not the biggest Hilary Swank fan, but I love this movie and embarrassingly own it…and the soundtrack.  But that’s it; I’m not rocking any chick flick posters or anything.  Unless there is one of Gerard Butler out there, then I might consider owning that.  Still, I know that I have to be in a particular mood to watch it.  I have to be ok with crying.  And cry I did.  Something else you should know, I don’t cry in front of other people.  Somewhere deep, I perceive it as weak, though I’m really not sure why.  My parents never raised me to think that, but I inherently try to be much too strong until I break.

So of course I know the movie and I know what will happen.  It still upsets me and I’m certain it’s because I draw on personal emotions since I don’t truly care that Hilary’s character is a widow.  I realize she’s an actress getting paid a healthy wage.  But I’m quite fond of my husband and he is amazingly clever.  He’s the type that upon impending death, would arrange for flowers, cakes, letters and trips after he’s long and gone.  I think it affects me as much as “Father of the Bride” does because I’m close to my Dad.  Ugh, sometimes I hate being a girl.

So every now and then, since no one else can see me cry, I’ll watch these and let it out and then get on with my day.  I think I’ve made strides to let my solitary emotional release diminish slightly, and let them take place in front of my husband, but he’s keen on being emotionless.  Usually we get by, by teasing each other when it comes to these things.  Sure, it probably sounds pretty immature.  Sometimes it would probably be best just to comfort and accept that cheesy movies can make us relate to a part of our lives we rarely think about.  It’s hard sometimes to admit we’re not the super strong person we thought we were or pretended to be.  So now I will scrub the tear residue from my contacts and drift off to sleep, and hope that I never have to actually know what it’s like to receive letters from my dead husband.

Photos courtesy of Dreamworks and Warner Bros.

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Seinfeld is Still Relevant

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Seinfeld is still current, despite the fact that it officially ended almost 14 years ago, don’t you think?  I think there is probably at least one occasion a day that something happens, which is immediately followed by, “That’s like on that Seinfeld episode when….”

  • Kramer has that idea to open a “Make Your Own Pizza” shop
  • George fought all day for a parking spot on principle
  • George had to erase that embarrassing message off that answering machine
  • that guy in Elaine’s office was hard of hearing, or was he?  Or the germophobe was afraid of her because she was promiscuous
  • that girl had a “Tractor Story”
  • the brain played chess with the…you know, a certain male bodypart

Ok, so maybe these aren’t the most obvious choices to you, but I challenge you to make some comparisons as you go about your daily routine.

I was reminded of the episode where Elaine is supposed to call her friend to console her and she chooses moments when she’s on the move or distracted, on a “mobile” phone and not really giving her time the attention she deserves.  She spends the whole episode trying to get ahold of her while Jerry tells her how rude it is to make calls like that on the go.  Whoops.  Either times are different now or everyone I know is a jerk.

Even on the comedy Sirius stations, I’ll hear Jerry now and then and his stand-up still holds true.  His puns are so obvious and simple, but always coming from a valid observation.  Only now, I can picture a little bumble bee telling jokes instead of Jerry himself.  The high pitched squealing excitement that sounds slightly panicked at all times.

Do you think he relays his day in the same way when he goes home and talks to his wife?

“You’ll never believe this, the guy, down the hallway, he thinks he can walk past me and just nod without saying hello?  Well I’ll show him, next time we get on the elevator, I’m going to push all the buttons and make he talk to me.  Helllllloooo, la la la.”

Maybe he has a little laugh track app on his phone to follow up his little daily puns or observations when he walks around his home.  He seems like he might be cheesy like that.  I also imagine him to be pretty OCD, keeping his cereal boxes in alphabetical order.

Seinfeld was one of those things that any age could relate to, because the humor was pretty universal but put in odd character situations and usually embarrassing ones.  The routine always went full circle, so it was impossible to get lost and who doesn’t like goofy keyboard music?  My 97 year old Great-Grandmom and I used to watch it together and laugh.  “Oh, that George” she’d say.  I suppose we are avid fans.  My husband went far enough to make a festivus pole for laughs last year.  Grandmom insists it’s a stripper pole.

Thank goodness for syndication.

Nothing has really come close to it since.