@tambourine Not if you have bad redwine and pour cola into it and drink over ice. The kalimoxto summer of 2010 was a pretty good (?) one.
I will always prefer hours of repetitious plodding to anything fast-paced or fun.
@RK Fire oooh, like Choose Your Own Adventure interval training! Choose Your Own Interval?
Oh, Nancy! Can I just take a second to plug my two favorite unofficial Nancy Drew related things? If you read Nancy Drew growing up but haven't read Confessions of a Teen Sleuth by Chelsea Cain, then you need to get on that. It's a pitch perfect Nancy Drew tell-all that imagines Nancy's untold adventures as a teen, adult, and senior citizen & it's too perfect.
& then there's Tuscadero's perfect "Nancy Drew", a song about your parents cleaning out that attic and throwing away your beloved childhood possessions (I loved them, each and every one/What the hell have you done!)
Renee - this article of yours has obviously struck such a cord with so many people - do you think there's a book in it? The combination of yours and other people's fairytales would make such a wonderful, positive, inspiring read - I'd buy it like a shot!
@Miss Maszkerádi I am embarrassed to admit that I tried to *make* myself have the Big Rom-Com Realization with a guy friend, because I knew he was interested and I thought (at the ripe age of 24) that my lack of a love life was the result of my being "too picky", so clearly I should stop being a demanding bitch and just settle for this nice young man who might be a little bland, yes, but had nothing objectively wrong with him. This was a very dumb decision and I got the ultimate cosmic comeuppance when it turned out that his blandness was actually a carefully-cultivated front for a terrifying streak of lying self-loathing self-involved bullshit asshattery that ran deeper and darker than the fucking Marianas Trench. Served me right, obviously, but the moral of this story is if you don't feel it, you don't feel it, and fuck Hollywood for making us believe otherwise.
THANK YOU SPAMBOTS! Somehow your incessant commentary bumped this article back up onto the main page and THIS ARTICLE IS THE BEST EVER.
SERIOUSLY THOUGH I liked Abby, what happened to her?!
@Ophelia To be honest, though, many boyfriends can also be lured by inner tubes and beer.
So I have a question that I was going to pose on the Ask a Queer Chick thread, but I'm not sure anyone would see it.
Last night I was out at a gay bar with a group of girlfriends doing karaoke. I know all the words to all the songs but I can't carry a tune worth a lick. There was another big group of girls onstage struggling with "I Like Big Butts" so I was feeding them the lyrics and helping them out. They came down from the stage and brought me over to their table, and this one really gregarious girl was thanking me and they were all talking to me and--I slowly realized--flirting with me. I am straight and I have a boyfriend, but like all humans I like attention. The girls bought me a drink as a "thank you" for helping them out and we chatted a little bit and then I went back to my group. Later the same outgoing girl came and got me again and was like "my friend REALLY wants to talk to you" so I went over again and chat/flirted with this really shy girl and then went back to my friends.
So here's my question: Did I do wrong? I never told them all I was straight/taken, but I never said I wasn't either. I basically interacted with them the same as I would have if it were a group of dudes hitting on me/buying me drinks--polite attention, gentle flirting--but is there a different expectation with queer people? I was at a gay bar, with a group of all girls... should I have backed out early once I realized they were viewing this as something different than I was?