Cute or Creepy?

I spent the first half of the weekend in Philadelphia visiting Boyf, and as always we had a verbal sparring match deep philosophical conversation about a random topic. One of my BFFs has recently had a shudder-worthy experience. And while I told him I was thoroughly skeeved out by it, he maintained there was something sweet about what happened to her.

Two weeks ago, BFF was sent a dozen roses at her home address with a letter signed from Her Secret Admirer. The roses were then followed with daisies, left one at a time.

I say: Creepy. She has a boyfriend, and he wasn’t the one who sent them. So this is clearly unwanted attention. Not to mention, if they’re sent to her home address, that’s a pretty clear invasion of her personal bubble. Should this Wanna-Be Don Juan even know where she lives?

Boyf says: Cute. Guys are always being told to take risks and be romantic — that women really like the occasional bouquet of flowers. That’s what we see in the movies anyway, and it always works there. (I pointed out that he shouldn’t get me started on the false realities portrayed in romantic comedies i.e. a size-2 leading lady with perfect hair and a never-empty wallet)

Then the other night, I was on my way home from work, and decided to stop at the supermarket and make myself a little din-din from the salad bar. Sketchy McSalad Guy happened to be hovering by the spinach when he commented that I “sure look pretty.”

I say: Creepy. Sure, it’s nice to have someone say I look good, or otherwise compliment me, but sometimes the way its said can be unsettling. Had he said something else first, maybe I wouldn’t have run away to the fruit bar. I used this example: It’s perfectly fine when the guy at the Dunkin’ Donuts drive-thru comments that he likes my hair curly on the odd days that I wear it that way. He and I have a connection. He knows I like four Splendas in my cuppa, and we’re on a first-name basis. Had he done this the first day, however, I would have found myself a new Dunkin Dealer.

Boyf says: Cute. If the guy had been attractive (I told Boyf that Sketchy McSalad Guy was about a 4.0) I might have talked to him. And how the hell is a guy supposed to start a conversation with a girl anyway? Talk about the weather? Comment on how crisp the spinach is looking today? (I thought these would’ve been great alternatives . . .)

So what do you think? Am I being over-sensitive? Are guys just given a hard task in trying to strike up romance and small-talk? And are my friends and I just being over-sensitive?

Default Conclusion: Boyf Is Wrong

It’s been about three weeks since I posted about the blogging debate Boyf and I had, and I figure now is as good a time as any to post an update about the survey.

The results are in, and they’re well, palyndromic. (That means he same forwards and backwards, not Russia-spotting Hockey-Momming VP candidate-like). I guess that’s what happens when only nine people respond.

Their votes? 44 percent agree with Boyf, calling blogs “self-important noise,” while 33 percent of those surveyed say blogs are outlets that contribute to the media and society. 22 percent say other.

I hate to do this — I really do, but given the small sample size Milk and Cheerios is going to have to classify these results as inconclusive, which means that under blog-poll bylaw Article 10.43 section j, the opinion of the blogger reigns supreme. Sorry Boyf. Looks like you’re wrong and I’m right.

At least you’re used to it.

Growing Wheels

I really feel like I might be growing wheels. And if that’s not scientifically possible, then I guess I should just say my butt is perpetually numb, and taking the shape of a car seat.

Boyf and I finished our mini-road trip (I mean, 1,200 miles isn’t a real road trip, is it?) on Monday Dec. 22. Then on the morning of the 23, I drove 6 hours to the tippy-top of the Green Mountain State with Dad and Big Sis to ski for a week. Fast forward to this Monday (Dec. 29) when I was back in the car for the return trip “Home.”

I’ve been here about 24 hours now. And I’m just about all packed for a quick stop in NEPA to hit up Boyf for a cup of coffee, on my way to Washington D.C. to spend New Years Eve with the rest of the USATODAY interns (man I miss my crew). I’ll be in D.C. til Friday, at which point I’ll be driving through Kutztown (that’s in Pennsylvania for those of you who don’t know) to pick up a key to my new apartment. I’ll spend the afternoon moving a few things in, then drive back to NY (“Home”), grab the rest of my stuff and move in for real on Saturday.

Work starts Monday.

So — sorry for the massively boring post. Just wanted you to know why I wouldn’t be posting for the next couple days. Also, if anyone knows of any great places to eat (or drink) in Kutztown or the greater Lehigh Valley, please let me know.

Til next time (next state?).

Long, Strange Trip

I have to admit I was sad to see Alabama go as Boyf and I blew out of town the other day. Three days and 1,200 miles later, I’m back in the northeast.

 

Kennedy kicked him out of the car

Kennedy kicked him out of the car

It’s hard to believe it was Boyf’s first real road trip. I mean, he’s 23 years old. But I have to say he did a good job hanging in there, and we managed to make it back home without any major problems. (Unless you count the emergency Boyf-pick-up in Atlanta due to weather-related flight delays and cancellations) No tow-truck experiences at the Philadelphia city line, no running through police barriers in downtown Philly, no multiple car stalls in a Virginia rest area, and no smoking engine on the highway to the Gulf Coast – not that I’ve had any (cough, all) of those experiences at one point or another . . .

 

 

Instead I got to see some quality Boyf-Kennedy bonding. Although she did try to kick him out of the car and score an extra seat for herself as we entered Virginia on night one. And they clearly still have their differences.

 

Blue Plate Diner, Chattanooga Tennessee

We found a great place to eat in Chattanooga, Tennessee (by “we found” I mean “my boss recommended”). If you’re ever in Chattanooga you should definitely stop by the Blue Plate Diner – it’s right next to the aquarium downtown, and they have great food. Be warned though, it’s not typical diner food, but my shrimp taco was amazing, and I don’t remember seeing any scraps of fried chicken left on Boyf’s plate.

 

 

The rain really started barreling down after we left the diner and continued through the rest of Tennessee and into Virginia. Needless to say we got slowed down a bit from the weather and ended up staying in Blacksburg instead of Fort Royal, setting us a bit behind. (I blame this completely on Boyf, who always drives the speed limit . . . SLOW)

 

So the next day we woke up and checked out of our five-star accommodations (Super-Eight anyone?) to hit the road again. We had to fly drive through Philadelphia quick to grab his suitcase, which he tied to the roof of my already-overloaded station wagon – Kennedy and I thoroughly enjoyed watching him circle the car with rope in hand as he was fastening the bag to the top. It was like watching a medieval kid play with a May Pole – which set us back another couple hours. So I ended up crashing with his family in Scranton.

 

The next morning I was off and home, just me and the cat. I’m not quite sure if she missed him.

     

Kennedy debates whose company she prefers. Maggie wins.

Kennedy debates whose company she prefers. Maggie wins.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poison!

I’ve made my 1980’s yearbook picture, turned myself into a Simpson’s character, and even an M&M. But today I think I finally discovered the most poisonous online time-waster yet. Did you know I Can Has Cheezburger has a page for you to create your own LOLz??

Neither did I. But I do now. Witness, Kennedy pleading to Boyf: Please Boyf, don’t make me into a sandwich.

I might never be productive again.

I might need to go on the LOL Patch . . .

I might need to go on the LOL Patch . . .

I Want Your (Self-Important) Opinions on This One

Boyf posted a comment on my blog post yesterday. No. Of course it wasn’t an adorable post. After all, it was Boyf. Anyway, it got us talking about the fact that I’m updating semi-consistently again, and opened the door for a conversation about blogging. He had a lot to say (typical), and actually made a couple good points (less typical), but ultimately I respectfully disagree with his conclusion (incredibly typical).

He made three points.

Point One: Anyone Can Write a Blog.

Any idiot can write a blog. Further, any idiot can find other people who will read their blog. Trust me. I’m not an expert on anything (though I do claim to know a bit about interning), and I got your attention.

I can’t even count how many times I’ve stumbled upon a seemingly ridiculous blog, which in all seriousness has no reason for existence. Fashion “experts” who’ve never taken a design class? Please. “Feminists” who support Sarah Palin? Read a dictionary. Women who write about their cats? Nobody cares.

Point Two: Facts Make “News,” Opinions Don’t.

I got him on semantics at one point here.
Boyf: Just because you have an opinion doesn’t mean you have the right to declare it to the world.
Maggie: You mean like in the Bill of Rights? Like the First Amendment?

That’s not really what he meant though. Boyf is a medical student right now, so he takes the scientific approach to life. And in science, he pointed out, you can be one of two things: right or wrong. Something is a fact, or it isn’t.

That got my feathers a little ruffled. Binaries? Dichotomies? Right, wrong? Black, white? Good, evil? News, blog?

Blogs can’t be news, he said, because they’re not always dutifully reported facts, statistics and quotations (I’m paraphrasing by the way, which I’m sure you expected since this is a blog). Blogs are one person’s (or a group of people’s) response, opinion, or musing about a particular topic. And sometimes they’re just like diary entries, which leads him to point three.

Point Three: They Make Too Much Noise

I think I might agree with him here. Not based on principle, but in the way he presented it to me. (Disclaimer: I am now relying  on information relayed to me from Boyf. Accuracy not checked as of yet) George Saunders, a professor at Syracuse University and renowned writer, created a great analogy for the current state of the media, Boyf said.

In this analogy, there was a dinner party, and one guest had a voice amplifier through which he was talking about the weather and changing seasons. By the end of the party that’s all any of the guests could talk about;  not because it was the most important topic on their minds, but because it was the loudest, and it drilled its way into their heads an conversations. According to Boyf, this analogy describes the amount of bloggers out there right now. They’re “taking over” the media, not because they have the “best” news or stories, but simply because every Tom, Dick and Harry knows how to type.

Hmm. I have to admit, this makes sense too. And I often have trouble discerning blog posts from news and features stories on newspaper Web sites. They’re not always clearly labeled, and they tend to pop up in search, making research a very frustrating endeavor.

So Boyf had three good points. But the thing is that I just can’t bring myself to agree with him. Maybe it’s because I’m self-important enough to have my own blog. Maybe it’s because I read my friend’s blogs as a way to stay in touch and up-to-date with their lives as they navigate their post-grad lives, teach math in Chicago, or just write their thoughts as though they were keeping a diary.

Maybe it’s because I’m a news girl who can’t help but think that everyone has a story, and you can never really have too much information.

Maybe it’s because I make it a point to disagree with him as often as possible. Either way, I can’t stop thinking about it. And I want to know what you have to say about it too. Do you think blogging is a self-important way to broadcast your life to a large audience, or do you think it actually contributes to the media and to society?