Listen here, men....

I understand that you men try to be up on the latest trends and try to dress nice to impress girls (we notice, I promise) but when one idiot says to another idiot "ooh! You know what would be REALLY cool and would be a sure-fire way to get girls' attention?? We'll show them our underwear! But not.. like.. flash them our underoos. We'll just pull down our pants so they can see that we have fancy undies. I'm SURE this is a good idea!" ... let's not just jump on that bandwagon.

I'm not sure how this whole thing started (Kobold says it's a prison thing.. as in, the guy who wears his pants down past his butt is someone else's..er.. girlfriend) but it needs to end. Now. It's awful. Not only is it awful, it makes me want to give you a GIANT wedgie... or pull down your pants all together because we know with all that extra fabric and a belt, there's no way you could chase me and I'd have ample time to escape.

I think the worst part about the whole sagging thing is that there are now at the very least 2 distinctive types of sagging. 1). the "thug" sag - oversized pants, giant shirt, belt and usually a sideways cap and a lot of 'bling.' 2). Skinny emo kids who have bought pants that are exactly opposite of too big, but still somehow manage only to pull them up to - at maximum - the middle of their rears. W.T.F.?

I can only assume that this whole idiotic thing started from someone watching too much Mary Poppins as a child. I know I'm not one to talk, as my parents magically disappeared my copy of that same movie when I was about 10... but the movie never influenced my dressing habits. Let me explain with visual aids:

Bert, in the garden dances with penguins. He pulls his pants down like so -

In order to be more like the penguins. This is what I call the "SIP" or Sag In Progress.

Next, he dances with the penguins in the pants which are now ridiculously sagged down; exhibit B -
and hilarity ensues. Of COURSE this was not meant to be a serious fashion statement... but I'm sad to say that it is incredibly prevalent here in the West and I'm sure it has unfortunately spread like a venereal disease throughout the US and the world.

I don't get it. I really don't. How do you walk? Even Bert addressed this issue in Mary Poppins - he had to pull his pants back up AND tighten his belt in order to locomote properly! You people wear belts to keep your pants strapped around your thighs! What on earth is wrong here? Does this not impede your ability to MOVE? I also have noticed in some further ridiculous cases, it is customary to wear MORE THAN ONE pair of underwear. Is this a plumage thing? Is it a money thing? 1). You are neither a peacock nor a millionaire. 2). If you had feathers sticking out of your 3rd pair of underwear, I would be more scared than impressed 3). Because you can afford to buy and wear and wash more than one pair of underwear does NOT impress me!

And upon doing some research for my rant here, I found that apparently men are not the only culprits. Holy god, it's spreading to females too... ugh!




I leave you with other pictures of horror... men, take note. DO NOT DO THIS!




I really don't understand the need to tuck a kerchief into the front of the jeans here.. do you have a wound that's oozing? Is it soaking up the venereal diseases that you've got by letting your wang just flop about?!

If you think any of the above pictures are cool... or you look at the picture below with the man whose belt buckle says RAPE!!!!! and think that it's a good idea to dress like them, please seek psychological help.

Slow and Steady

They say that slow and steady wins the race, but I'm getting tired of plodding along. I'm getting close to being done with my degree, I'm getting close to being settled in this new apartment, I'm getting closer to being ok with myself and mending the tears in my soul from old wounds and ones that weren't quite as old as the others, but I'm tired of being a student - tired of being half-way settled and tired of being broken and mending. Still, I can't say that no progress is being made. There are a few prospects here and there that are helping me see the brighter side of things and I've got lots of loved ones both here and remote that love and care for me no matter what - people that are helping me be more the person I want to be and less the person that I had become.

So I move on and continue to tread the path of 'working on it' and hope that everything turns out all right in the end. I had an interview this past week with a company that would have flown me to Budapest, Berlin, Cannes and other lovely places for work AND let me work most of the time in jeans and in the company of dogs, but that didn't pan out. Too bad.. but I do have a job and they did give me a raise and RSU's... I think those are stocks, but I can't be too terribly sure, as I'm not 100% on any of that financial stuff.

We're now officially in the new apartment, which is beautiful and which I get to paint/decorate/actually unpack into. My room is sufficiently large and the closet is enormous... and I'm decorating the bathroom with an obnoxiously pink flamingo shower curtain and accessories. Pics to follow, because as I know, "pics or it didn't happen."

I suppose the only thing that is really truly lagging behind (at least in my mind) is the search for someone to spend my time with in a 'boy-girl relationship' sort of way. Kobold doesn't count because a). he's my cousin (however many times removed) and b). he's got a girlie friend and c). while he is an excellent cuddler, it's just not the same. There have been offers etc... but while I love and/or like the people that have attempted to make the next step to a relationship with me, there is always something a little bit off and it makes me hesitant. Of course, I don't want to just jump in and marry the first guy who brings me flowers or holds a door open for me, but I would like some kind of companionship aside from friends and family. It's just hard being alone, especially since this past month marked the end of both of my major relationships.