“When everything else fails, you just go with whatever works.” – Boris Yellnikoff
Larry David’s character, Boris Yellnikoff, the star of the new Woody Allen film Whatever Works, has a view of life and relationships that is somewhat depressing, but I found to be overwhelmingly healthy in the end. David plays a neurotic genius who is trying to piece his life together after a failed marriage and a subsequent misfire of a suicide attempt. He doesn’t know where to turn. His life takes a series of fortunate and then unfortunate turns, and in the end he sticks to his guns about what it takes to create a healthy and long lasting relationship. He believes that the randomness and worthlessness of existence is what keeps us all going every day. How random can it be? Life began as a simple tree and now we have a vibrant canopy! -
by Simon on July 23, 2009
I received this email yesterday, and I’m so glad I did! It very much pertains to issues I have talked about in a previous post regarding the difficulties of girls and guys being just friends.
I have been best friends with this guy for about 5 years now, since high school. We get along so well, have the same sense of humor, political opinions, views of the world, etc. etc. I’ve known that he has always liked me but for a long time I was never attracted to him and purely thought of him more as a best friend/brother figure. I’ve dated other guys, he’s been in a serious relationship, yet all this time he has continued to make it known to me that he likes me (as in texting me that he loves me, has been in love with me for years—pretty obvious stuff). Anyways, he broke up with his girlfriend in March and texted me immediately that he had broken up with her, almost making me think he did it just so that he could finally have a chance with me. I still was more of the mindset that we were better off as friends and turning it into anything was just too messy.
Well long story short, curiosity got the best of me and about a month ago or so we hooked up. Read on…
A cute little writer friend of mine brought something to my attention the other day. She and her friends pre-game dates. She told me she was sitting at dinner with some friends talking about their individual dating habits, and after a bit they all realized that they pre-gamed dates. When I inquired into just how each of them went about this relaxing of sorts, she explained that one friend smoked a bowl, another had a glass of wine, another took a shot, etc., but the common denominator was they all did it!
I haven’t been in the adult dating world for too long. I’m fairly young, and in college dating is something very different than it is in the working world. In college, you probably met your girlfriend/boyfriend at a party and you fucked that night and Read on…
We use impersonal, written abbreviations to perform actions as personal as asking someone out on a date. Our rapid technological growth has lead us into a text-heavy world. Text messaging has become our default communication method. And if we are going to subscribe to this medium, we must be proficient at it. But, I think we should step back, look at our hilarious angst over every small smiley face and exclamation point, and–as the Dentyne ads go–”make face time.”
Now let’s digress with a distinction: I’m not talking about being proficient like the girl that’s sitting next to you on the Hampton Jitney (bus back to Manhattan from the Hamptons) furiously keying away at her Blackberry, without making a single error, to her friend about how she just got fingered by some random guy wearing J-Crew board shorts Read on!…
I am doing this because I know that it’s the only way to erase her from my mind forever. I’m doing this because I know that it will help me. Most importantly, I’m going to rant and rave and bitch and moan and complain and spit verbal fire all over every inch of her conniving body because she fucking deserves it. Bitch.
Read my rant about this backstabbing girl….
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