生活記事

Tuesday night I called around and found a ride to LA for Turkey-day. Funny thing is, another friend called me Wednesday morning and offered to drive me — totally out of the blue.  I don’t know why I worry; these things always work out.  The ride down involved two of my good girlfriends and a guy named Tom.  Tom and I were relegated to the back seat.  Of course, the first thing I asked was that he tell me his life story.  Once he got over feeling like I was invading on his life (about two hours into the drive), we had wonderful conversations about very personal topics (namely, drugs and sex).  I’ve never done any illegal drugs (I’ve never even smoked pot) and I am always fascinated by the experiences of those who have been more involved with such substances.  I wonder if Tom felt a bit awkward being in a car with three women, especially when one of them announced that she thinks that the man and the machine are a perfect combination (meaning she likes to use a vibrator during sex).  He seemed to handle it well enough.

When we got into LA, our gracious driver dropped Tom and me off in the valley so my Mom could pick us up.  Susie didn’t want to drive each of us to our respective houses and I said that my Mom could give Tom a ride to Pepperdine, where he said that he was going.  When we get there he admitted that that wasn’t where he needed to go.  We had to drive him way out the way and my Mom was clearly flustered (she was up past her bedtime, which I fully empathize with).  After that whole fiasco we finally got to drive home.  Going through the hills at night I asked my Mom to turn on her bright lights.  She said she knew how to flash them, but not how to leave them on, so I did it for her.  She has owned this car since 1987.

Note to myself to write a poem with the line: When she took your heart she took your smile.  I have been having some crazy dreams the past few nights.  My mom has remodeled the house I have lived in my whole life.  It is weird to open my door and look into a bathroom that is different than the one I have been looking into for the past 20 years.  My uncle sent me a birthday card a whole month early, which was interesting.  I am so looking forward to my birthday. I think that birthdays are an excuse to celebrate being alive.  I’m trying to get off work for the whole weekend and hopefully I will be able to do something fun and relaxing.

I’m so cold that I just ran upstairs to run my hands under warm water.  We have no heat here at my Mom’s house. We haven’t for years.  She’s always hot.  I’m always cold.  This morning it was 35 degrees, and she said she was sweating.  I always tease her that she has a gland problem.  Since my Mom teaches special education, I often make up disorders and tell her that she has them.  It’s quite amusing.  We have a blast together, especially when my brother is around.  Des always loved to come over for the pure entertainment value.

I would never have imagined that Sex and the City would cause such a negative reaction. It is particularly surprising that anyone from London would dare be self-righteous enough as to spew a lengthy harangue of moral rights and wrongs. Since when is London high on morality? The show is something to be taken with a grain of salt. For those that think that it send the wrong message about sex, it’s not an after school special and there is no reason to remind a thirty-something year old to practice safe sex. The show is on HBO late at night for a reason. I do not understand the point of watching the show if one does not like it. It’s the TV show executives and cast that end up laughing all the way to the bank - while those sitting on their couches, complaining, are simultaneously boosting the shows ratings. Why bother contributing awareness and popularity to something that one so avidly disagrees with?
I am only a recent viewer of the show, now running on TBS - so I get the watered-down version, which is still quite enjoyable. I somewhat relate to both the women and the situations presented. I appreciate the fact that the show touches on some major issues of singles in the dating world while, at the same time, not having an overly dramatic or depressing tone. It’s fun and light hearted - it celebrates the shallowness in each one of us while also recognizing the basic faults that make us human. In a sense it is hyperbole, but what good TV show isn’t? Everything in the world does not have to be serious - in reality no one is politically correct all of the time. The show should not be viewed as representative of men, women, and New York - this is not the way the show is meant to be observed. Take as a spoof on dating life for singles in New York - and on men and women’s idiosyncrasies - but by no means take it as reality. It’s not - It’s just a TV show. If you want reality then get your honey off the couch and go live your life and stop complaining about how trivial and unrealistic TV shows are!!!!

On the recent evening, three women at restaurant discuss about their sex life. They are rising executives, they are successful women in career. They’re able to get everything but love. When the women in their forty and successful, they probably just have two choices: desperately take care of a relationship for love, otherwise, keep searching for one night fun.

“You remember when I slept with my ex ?” one asked. Two of us nodded. We were at all relieved when she had, because she hadn’t had sex for few months, and we all worried for her. Then she continued “ But I didn’t feel exciting, I was like, I have to go to work, sweety, let’s keep in touch, when I said that I didn’t even ask to have his cell number. What’s wrong with me, I got climaxes, but still, I felt I missing something.” Maybe this is a sign for women turned to old. She used to go out with  a extremely sexy and a pay young boy, but he left her for a younger woman. She had a completely physically breakdown. After that, she lost interest in any cute guys. 

Do we have to need a man in life! They promise things and don’t deliver. They get physical enjoy from women and then might walk away with some cash. What we got? We ended up live along with a breakheart. Man, go to the hell! They are nothing except a sex toy. Lately, Four of my friends joined together again, we have a significant talk. Susan is a white-collar woman and owned enviable career, she got divorced one year ago, and still alone. I asked her how she holding up as a single. Her respond surprised me.” We are powerful and rich as men, we are able to independent on finance, why we need a man, all we need are bunches of sexy toys, I love a single life”. Now she is the favorable consumer to “COME INDUSTRIAL COMPANY LTD”.

Her face was radiant when she talks about those toys.

It’s a dirty discuss, but I admire her lifestyle, because it’s a healthy expression in these days since we are in the generation of Rich, AIDS, and Relationships, they are all connected.  She got Vibrators, Suction Cup, Dildo, Anal Toys, Eggs, Butterfly, Butt Plugs, Cock Rings, Nipple clips Erotic Movies, Pornographic Books. She indicated it’s the best sexy she had in her life , it with out any disease, responsibilities. With few years’ perspective on the issue, I can safely conclude that we are single because we want. We can well survived without man.