Friday, October 29, 2010

you go, girl.

I'll admit it: I looked down on the Spice Girls and their whole "GIRL POWER" movement. (Their music, however, fits into a different category of my life, aka one I embraced and still do to this day)

Yesterday I blogged about the MarieClaire article and the backlash it's caused.

Liz also blogged and tweeted about the atrocity of the article and MarieClaire contacted her to be a guest blogger! Check out her guest blog here. The hitch is they changed the title of the article a bit. We originally had "Get Real: A Real Woman's Perspective on the TV Woman." But whatever.

The bummer is that the comments people left on her guest article didn't create constructive conversation - they are just still sipping the hater-ade for Maura Kelly.

Just proves once again: you can't control the actions of other people.

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Thursday, October 28, 2010

i'm horrified

to learn that I actually did enjoy the music of "The Rocky Horror Glee Show."

I saw the previews and normally shy away when I know an episode is going to include music of which I know nothing about. Sorry I like singing along. But...

Shame on me! The storyline of this particular episode of Glee? Ehhh, I could do without. The music, however? So catchy - so fun - so...ummm...awesome!

Talk about a Time Warp indeed (I'm thinking of adding this song to my fitness playlist).

I'm gonna go ahead and give Glee! a pat on the back because what they pulled was a very Disney-esque move.
1) Resurrect an older movie (of which Glee!'s younger audience will be familiar with if only because of the name, but not really enough to know the music).
2) Relate the older movie to the present (so the younger audience can enjoy).
3) Make it entertaining.
4) Genius.

Who's coming with me to rent the real deal? Because now I want more.

allow me to weigh in on this.

Yesterday, my co-worker buddy Liz sent me this IM:

"Please tell me your thoughts:"

 Share my thoughts? Don't mind if I do.

Before we tackle the article, let's tackle the TV show. CBS introduced Mike & Molly this year. I haven't seen the show and I have no interest in it, simply because I'm already addicted to too many TV shows as is - not because of the weight issue. It's only been on the air a couple of weeks, but viewers are watching. And people are commenting.

Now let's address the article that Marie Claire chose to publicize and post. Reading the URL title (and the headline of the piece: "Should 'Fatties' Get A Room? (Even on TV)?" was enough to get me to click. My jaw hit the ground (Did the word fatties really just appear in a headline?) and stayed there after the first two paragraphs. It didn't take me long to realize that Maura Kelly was right about one thing: she is "kind of clueless."

Now I completely understand what she said is a matter of opinion. I'm all about speaking your mind and sincerely believe everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Hence, this is me - speaking my mind - a main reason to blog at all. What I'm not all about is a lack of tactfulness. When addressing sensitive subjects, there's a certain approach that needs to be taken.
Not attack.

She mentions "Now, don't go getting the wrong impression: I have a few friends who could be called plump". Too late. I already went and got the wrong impression and once again, I'm completely turned off. I start thinking would she think I'm plump? Then I realize I don't care what she thinks, but I read on. It's appalling and I know immediately this article is going to cause a stir - because it has in me. The manner in which this was presented is inappropriate and just downright mean.

She's right to compare obsesity with alcohol and drugs: "To be brutally honest, even in real life, I find it aesthetically displeasing to watch a very, very fat person simply walk across a room — just like I'd find it distressing if I saw a very drunk person stumbling across a bar or a heroine addict slumping in a chair." But her manner of comparison? No go, sister. A lot of things are "aesthetically displeasing," but that's life. Heck, Frank Sinatra even wrote a song about it.

Addiction is addiction.
A battle with food is just as much of a battle with drugs or alcohol.
All psychological fights.

As a mid-twenties female, I have been athletic and active all my life. Sure, I eat more candy/junk food than I should but I enjoy it. I don't mind running an extra half mile, mile, whatever, if needed. It's not an easy thing to lose weight. It takes commitment, dedication and above all - mental toughness to overcome the "I'll just have one" mindframe. I struggle with it everyday, but I don't let it consume me.

Maybe Maura is feeling ashamed about her words or maybe she took the article in a different direction than Marie Claire ever intended. That being said, I have a hard time believing she could be so ignorant as to think she wouldn't really and truly anger many, many, many people (weight has that effect as does money, religion, politics, shall I go on?).

I appreciate the attempted apology, but the writing tone is so completely different than the actual article - I'm second-guessing not only its sincerity, but also the fact that it was written by her.

It's been a while since I've had a venting post - but in a society where we're trying hard to teach girls it's okay to be whatever shape, size or color you are as long as you're happy. This article just really puts a damper on it all.

Liz has some thoughts too. And I'm loving her tactful manner of sharing her opinion too. Oh the irony!

Monday, October 25, 2010

if you've got the time

No singalong is complete without the inclusion of an old-school beer commercial.

Thanks to Uncle Tom and dear ol' Dad for introducing us youngens to an instant classic. Although we sang at a slightly different tune and beat, still a great jingle. Bring da beat back!

..."If you've got the time
we've got the beer (Miller beer)
Mil-ler tastes too good to hurry through
but when it's time to relax
Mil-ler stands clear (beer after beer)
If you've got the time (if you've got the time)
we've got the beer (Miller beer!)...

It's always time to relax.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

we'll never forget

• how you served orange juice in a small (what i thought was a) wine glass in the mornings
• how you put plastic covers over your furniture whenever we visited because we were bound to spill
• how we spent hours putting change into change holders so you could take it to the bank already counted out - "No need to make their job harder"
• how a kind word was never far from your mouth
• how "wonderful" any and every drawing we ever gave you was
• how your mind was taken from you much, much too early
• how perfect we were in your eyes
• how you hid your extra condo key in an old ceramic turtle and were convinced that was the absolute best hiding place in the world
• how you would buy Frosted Mini Wheats just for us
• how the oversized checkers blanket you had was definitely the coolest thing in the world
• how much you loved those Cincinnati Reds
• how you taught me that tuna and cheese sandwiches were really the only decent food one could eat while sitting by the pool
• how happy Naples made you
• how much you loved UDF strawberry milkshakes

and you.

We'll never forget you. Though the Nana we knew and loved so very well has been gone for more than seven years, that doesn't take the pain away.

It just gives me peace that she and Pops are finally...finally back together again. Now that's definitely something that "your Pops and Nana Blinn are going to love."

We'll miss you, Patricia Shea Blinn.

Friday, October 15, 2010

marcel the shell.

Quite possibly one of the best videos I've ever viewed.

Her exasperation is so endearing.

Also, her creativity with Doritos is unreal awesome.

MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON from Dean Fleischer-Camp on Vimeo.

Thanks for sharing, Megsters!

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

permission to brag?

Permission granted.
By me.

When Ricky played baseball during college, I would often learn from my parents the latest and the greatest of D3 Baseball from what they read at I'd listen, agree when appropriate and pretend to be interested in what the number 3 seed in the other bracket was doing. I was a Titan fan - hook, line and sinker.

Combined, my brothers have received more honors and awards than is probably humanly possible. And the coolest thing about it? You'd have no idea unless you asked. Even then, it'd be like pulling teeth and they'd play it off like it's nothing. Let's be honest: who asks weird questions like that? "So how many awards have you won?" Lame on, lamoid.

Status means nothing to me. Never will. Don't care how much money you earn. Don't care how tired you are from how hard you're working. I get it. We all work hard - well, most of us.

But when you work hard and quietly earn every gosh darn award you receive, that's when I pay attention.

Today, I learned that Ol' Rick earned yet another one of these award dealios and I think it's so freaking cool that I'm blogging and bragging about it (there's no pretty way to combine those two terms into a new one). Anyways, today named fifty players to their "All Decade" Team. Intrigued, I click on the link that brought up the PDF.

Ricky was named to the Second Team. Sister bias aside, he should totally have been First Team All-Decade, but based on the fact I just learned that an "All Decade" team actually exists, I'll let it slide. This once.

The MLB may have blown it, but here's to you, 1-6. Damn proud of you, boy.

Monday, October 11, 2010

a glimpse into my little abode.

So here's the thing: garage sales are awesome.

As are moms with a sense of style and a habit of keeping their eyes on the prize.

I love my Peggy and I love her ability to see things that we would both enjoy.

My old coffee table had seen its better days (you can imagine what kind of shape it was in having witnessed the poor Cubs swept not once, but twice in the playoffs). Needless to say, it was time for an upgrade.

Welcome to my brand new (to me!) coffee table:

Sorry - I'm not one to normally brag about my things, but since this wasn't my find and it's a coffee table from Pottery Barn, purchased for 40 bucks...I'm gonna go ahead and just braaaaag away.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

get out of town!

So today's been a day and I just Googled a word I'm sure we've all used to find out what its plural form is.

The word, you ask? Snafu. Today's been full of them (but that's neither here nor there).

Who knew:

Definition compliments of
I had no idea snafu really stood for something.

It's all so clear now. So clear and so awesome.

Monday, October 4, 2010

not just for women.

Important Women's Health Issue:
• Do you have feelings of inadequacy?
• Do you suffer from shyness?
• Do you sometimes wish you were more assertive?
• Do you suffer exhaustion from the day to day grind?

If you answered yes to any of these questions, ask your doctor or pharmacist about Margaritas.

Margaritas are the safe, natural way to feel better and more confident about yourself and your actions. Margaritas can help ease you out of your shyness and let you tell the world that you're ready and willing to do just about anything. You will notice the benefits of Margaritas almost immediately and with a regimen of regular doses you can overcome any obstacles that prevent you from living the life you want to live.

Shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past and you will discover many talents you never knew you had. Stop hiding and start living, with Margaritas.

Margaritas may not be right for everyone. Women who are pregnant or nursing should not use Margaritas. However, women who wouldn't mind nursing or becoming pregnant are encouraged to try it.

Side effects may include:
- Dizziness
- Nausea
- Vomiting
- Incarceration
- Erotic lustfulness
- Loss of motor control
- Loss of clothing
- Loss of money
- Loss of virginity
- Table dancing
- Headache
- Dehydration
- Dry mouth
- And a desire to sing Karaoke

• The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you are whispering when you are not.
• The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them.
• The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to think you can sing.
• The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting.

**I wish I could take credit for this genius e-mail I just received, but alas, I can't. Thanks for sharing, Steph!

Sunday, October 3, 2010

wind blows.

This afternoon's attempt: walk to Lake Michigan to enjoy hot chocolate whilst sitting on a bench in the sun.

Results: Made it to the lake, completely wind-blown, chilly fingers and a total time of one minute and 43 seconds spent on aforementioned bench.

Why were we so weak, you ask? Why leave so soon?

Because the waves on Lake Michigan looked like THIS (white caps!):

Some say weak, I prefer smart.

best use of random flute player goes to:

The new Burger King breakfast commercials.

For no reason other than it's catchy, funny and ironically doesn't make me want BK breakfast at all, I am completely enthralled with their new marketing campaign of singing humans and the singing humans singing about their love of bacon.

Now where where did he get that flute?


As a Bears and Cubs fan, optimism is something you grow to love and appreciate. With the poor Cubbies, "there's always next year" and with da Bears, there is always the chance that calls will go our way and our stars will show up to play as a team.

The second half just got underway and while I have faith that we'll decide to actually play football (hard to win a game with 22 total yards of offense in the first half, but who's counting?).

My favorite thing about this game so far has definitely been a quote from a one Cris Collinsworth: "Somebody put a tent over this circus...this is unbelieveable."

As an ex-circus worker, I couldn't agree more.

Somebody make this game more exciting and less ugly. And make it happen fast.