Thursday, September 11, 2014

Musings of the Moment

Bunny Buns,

Greetings. On this thirtheenth commemoration of September 11th, I thought it my duty to bring a little ray of sunshine to this otherwise somber day. What better way to do so than to list out a few queries / sources of confusion / societal ponderings that have graced my mind over the recent past. See below.

  • Since when has it become socially and/or societally acceptable for someone to assume I will go over to their apt AS a first date? And no, I do not mean POST-first date, I mean AS first date. Read: Other person offers to cook brunch. Really? I have never met you save for the totally-nonhuman-meeting online that is totally NOT a meeting, therefore I am by no stretch of the imagination even toying with the idea of going over to your apartment. Child, please
  • I have a bone to pick with Tinder. Yeah, yeah, I am starting to see and recognize that much of the content on the b-logue of blogs has centered around dating as of late. Diversity, you say! I know, I am trying. But sometimes we must write about what we know right? In any case, Tinder, I am enjoying your keen ability to allow me to meet some lovely, er, people, however, I don't much appreciate your vagueness. Why can't I be more specific? Brown hair, sporty, good cook... I'm very particular here, dammit, and you're not giving me much option! See what you can do about that, k?
  • Is there really anything wrong with wearing an all-black outfit and brown shoes? From recent reactions, it seems to be the widespread answer is yes, something is offensively wrong with it indeed. Given the recent lack of color in my wardrobe, I have myself been sporting a great deal of black outfits with brown shoes (fabulous ones of course), only to the dismay of those around me. "Uh, Rachel, you know those are brown, right?" Yeah. But I'm going to stick with it. #fashionfail or #fuckfashion. You decide.
  • The Prince of Tides was neither about princes nor tides. Discuss. Whoops, just kidding, that's a query by the lovely Ms. Streisand. I confused myself for a moment. Forgive me. I am just so overzealously excited about the return of the incomparable BABS!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
Et maintenant, je suis finis... pour le moment. 

Salut mes lapins!

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