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Thursday, August 31, 2006

20 Things That May Surpise You

My bright and honest friend Pete has an interesting blog post today about things he doesn’t like, which others assume he does. Or things he should like, but does not. I told him I would do one too because I think it is cool.

Things one would think I would like but I really do not/things I should like but I really do not:

1) Jazz. Tried it, I know it is supposed to be so cool, but it always, always sounds like cacophony to me.
2) The Sopranos, 24, Lost. Too gloomy and doomy. Sopranos: stupid, banal violence; 24: Jack Bauer is an idiot who takes too many risks, the other people seem to be somber dolts. No one smiles. Lost: lost me after one episode because it scared me so much, which I don’t like.
3) Deval Patrick, the Progressives’ choice for Governor in Massachusetts. He bugs me, especially his stance on high-stakes testing (he’s for it). Still, of course he’d be eons better than Mitt Romney or Kerry Healy (the Republicans) who just cut everything, even when we have the revenue.
4) Blogs that are too self-absorbed. Ironic, eh? But I mean the ones that are just “today I bought shoes; today I’m bored” and no other, larger point is made. I always try at least to have a larger point and some wit.
5) Leggings with skirts or even with shorts. Leggings are back and should never have been here in the first place (the eighties). Utterly stupid looking and hot (I mean temperature).
6) Red wine and beer. Dry, rusty tasting-stuff. I know it is considered higher quality than white but I can’t drink it, esp. merlot and rioja. Give me Pinot Grigio anyday. Beer, same thing. Tastes like paste to me, but not as good. Nothing is cooler-looking than swigging from one of those thin-necked green bottles but I can’t, I just can’t.
7) Tattoos. I know I’m a bit of a wild woman, but I still don’t like tatts. Except for Jason-the-Lifeguard’s circular wave imprinted on his right calf muscle, I hate most tattoos because they look like bruises or dirt from far away.
8) The Theatre. Most plays feel fake to me. Most musicals embarrass me — all that over-the-top joyous smiley singing.
9) Being asked to play a game. See previous blog posts about how I was forced to play Monopoly with my sister as a kid.
10) Book groups/playgroups. I feel like I’m speaking a different language in these things. I hate the clean-up afterwards, too.
11) Sesame Street. Actually, most children’s “edifying” kind of shows depress me, adults singing and joking with big hairy puppets bugs me in general, but Sesame Street in particular is boring because it changes direction with lightning speed, is not funny when it is trying to be, seems to teach things randomly and arbitrarily (why Spanish? why not Chinese or Yiddish? I have nothing against Spanish, but you see my point?).
12) Woodsy vacations (New Hampshire, Vermont, Maine, Lenox). I need open space and sunlight. The woods smell good, but are often cold and crunchy underfoot, buggy, and dark.
13) Camping. I need luxury on vacation. Soft beds, room service, Do Not Disturb signs. I camped for my whole childhood and enjoyed it but I am grown up now and far too cranky for sleeping in a tent with children. For any of the friends of mine out there looking to book me a vacation, please see my dream villas on enjoymexico.net/villa-rentals/punta-mita/ and get us something to indulge in!
14) Autism cure books. But you wouldn’t think I liked that anyway! They totally depress me!!!!
15) ‘Eighties music. It is my era; I went to college in the early ‘eighties. But it is pretty much a total wasteland for music.
16) Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Ashton Kutcher, Justin Timberlake, Matthew McConaughey and the panoply of boy-toy “hunks” of today’s celebrity fame. I hate the semi-shaved head-with-earring-yet-way-too-perfect-wax-museum-body look they all seem to have. I want to see men with some flaws, with a little softness that age and experience bring to the body, I want to see messy hair and intelligent eyes.
17) Snow. I live in Boston, too. But I don’t live here for the weather, that’s for sure. Yeah, the first snowfall of the year is pretty — pretty damned cold and depressing! And hard to shovel, wet, sloppy, can’t park your car in it. And when it hangs around and gets dirty — ugh!
18) The editorial page of a good newspaper. Often the writing is ponderous, not witty, pompous, self-righteous. (not to be confused with the op-ed page, which I love to read).
19) Militant Milkers. Sure, breastfeeding is very good for your baby, but if you can’t or don’t want to do it, that should be okay, too.
20) Lists that must have either ten or twenty items. Why is that? Because we have ten fingers and ten toes, Ned says. No other reason. Ten is totally arbitrary. So there, I’m done.
Fire away.

11 comments

i am enjoying this post even without working shift keys-ugh-i am so with you on the leggings, tatts, kid shows, celebs, local campaigning, and camping…two big things here i love, though..lost-i started watching this as a downloaded file and it is probably much better when a person can watch them back to back for two whole seasons..and eighties music-i love it, but mostly only the underground kind..but i get tears in my eyes every time i hear ‘don’t dream it’s over’ by crowded house

— added by mrs. gilb on Thursday, August 31, 2006 at 9:52 am

Thanks Susan for the kind words.

It’s funny what you say about Jazz because I only like it when it becomes really really cacophonous: Sun Ra and the wilder Miles Davis come to mind.

I hear you on vacations which is ironic because I still go camping every year. But that vacation is really about friends and the beach and the actual camping is just something you have to live with. If I do go camping for fun wich I haven’t in years, I prefer to go very light and sleep on the ground or the snow and get very close to nature. I alway think about the end of Hemingway’s, For Whom the Bell Tolls, where the hero is awaiting death and is lying on the ground, smelling the earth and all the ‘often cold and crunchy underfoot, buggy, and dark’ stuff. I guess it’s kind of morbid, but it makes me feel connected.

— added by Pete Lyons on Thursday, August 31, 2006 at 10:29 am

For item 16 – I absolutely adore Brad Pitt – he’s just my favorite all time hunk to drool over but my other fav (and to me so opposite) is Daniel Day Lewis. Why he appeals to me when I don’t find long unkempt hair appealing on any other man amazes even me. I think it’s his intelligent eyes. Good list though.

— added by Two Roads on Thursday, August 31, 2006 at 10:59 am

You’ve been drinking the wrong beer πŸ™‚

I like this list and this type of post. I may have to do one of these myself.

I’m with on #19, all the way.

— added by Someone Said on Thursday, August 31, 2006 at 12:35 pm

Mrs. Gilb – you are right, of course, about Crowded House! Forgot them!

I know Pete likes “Lost,” too, and so do so many of my friends.

Guy You Thought… Tell me the beer, and maybe I’ll try it. But I won’t like it.

Two Roads…Well, of course Brad and Matthew M have inspired drool in me as well, as Ned pointed out after he read this, but the fact is, I just love REAL men better!

— added by Susan Senator on Thursday, August 31, 2006 at 3:35 pm

Let’s see….I’ll follow suite because it seems interesting to me.
1. Poetry….love to read it but have a difficult time sitting and listening to someone read it.

2. Reality TV…..just look out the window. I mean come on. Should I go on?

3. Parachute pants…..were they cool or what? Now I look back and say…what was I thinking?

4. Tequila…..I could tell you why I hate it but not sure I remember much of those college days. Kidding..only the tequila nights πŸ™‚

5. Going with the flow. I’m a go against the current kind of fellow. Only go with the flow if it seems like the right thing to do.

6. Crowded Movie Theatres. I only go if I can attend the first movie. It’s the noise people make….watch the movie..PLEASE.

7. Crowds…..I despise large crowds unless it’s a concert, club, casino, basically anything outside of fun ventures. Does this make sense?

I’m stopping at seven…..because I won lots of money with the number seven in Vegas a few years back.

Thanks for the opportunity.

— added by Martini on Thursday, August 31, 2006 at 6:16 pm

My real big and hairy man is pictured on my blog, as well as my little men. πŸ˜€

— added by mrs. gilb on Thursday, August 31, 2006 at 9:36 pm

Rick –
Excellent! Except for poetry and tequilla. Try Robert Frost.
And you are from Texas so I wouldn’t dare offer to make you one of my margueritas (diet sprite and crystal lite!) to convince you that tequilla is worth another *shot*!

— added by Susan Senator on Friday, September 1, 2006 at 7:24 am

Hey Sue!
Oh dear, I can’t believe you don’t like red wine. How many times did you come over for dinner and all we offered you was Cabernet??? You hid your dislike well.
I’m hopelessly stuck in the 80’s. You’d never want to be stuck on a deserted island with my Ipod πŸ™‚
I’m with you on the other 18. You know where to come when the snow starts falling. And, I promise you lots of Pinot Grigio.
– Colleen

— added by Anonymous on Saturday, September 2, 2006 at 4:04 pm

Colleen –
As I recall, you always offered me a choice of white or red. And, whatever I was drinking, I enjoyed the company so much, and miss you guys!

— added by Susan Senator on Saturday, September 2, 2006 at 4:22 pm

I’m with you about the Boston weather, which is why I’m living in Texas now. πŸ™‚

(And I’m not with you on the camping, although I have never gone camping with kids; we have a sitter we can hire for the whole weekend if we give her enough warning, and we camp without them. In an 8-person tent with just the 2 of us. And we camp with folks who put up a really nice dome for shade and bring massage tables. Seriously.)

— added by Julia on Tuesday, October 31, 2006 at 10:33 am

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