Every time...

Every time I see someone list A Million Little Pieces as a favorite book, I want to scream. The fact that James Frey peddled his fictionalized experience makes me livid. I am agog that after his deceptions were uncovered people would respect him enough as an author (or even a human being) to claim his book as a favorite.

Are you freaking kidding me?

How much of it was fictitious you ask? Please read The Smoking Gun's article to find out.

Friendship

Sex and the City doesn't always get it right. They do a nice job of doing what they do, presenting the lives of four city-dwelling friends, but I do not think they wrote the book on today's single woman. (Or married, or divorced, or dating woman for that matter.) As I imprint my ass-size groove on my couch, watching re-runs when I should be doing something more useful, I am touched by one scene which was pitch perfect.

Charlotte finds she's just as infertile as she feared, teary eyed she decides to walk home from the doctor. On her way she bumps into Miranda. The two are in a fight because in the midst of Charlotte's baby-less trials, Miranda is dealing with an unexpected pregnancy. Miranda confronts Charlotte's silent treatment and avoidance tactics with characteristic bluntness, only to be told of Charlotte's findings at the doctor. Tearfully Charlotte says she just wants to be alone. Miranda agrees, saying she'll just walk behind her in case she changes her mind.

That's true friendship, being there... Even if it doesn't feel good, and walking in heels that hurt your feet, neglecting work, thanklessly showing up for a friend. Being present when you are needed, that is friendship.

Take back the beaver!

Oh those crazy Australians. Found via my new favorite blog, feministing.

Genius

You know you've been on the online dating scene too long when...

You know you've been on the online dating scene too long when a guy you dated (albeit very, very, briefly) electronically winks at you.

Whee!