I'm tired of everyone living for love

Sometimes I wonder why the world is so romance obsessed. I've spent the last 4 days stuck in bed with some ridiculous bug that gave me a fever, a cough, stuffed sinuses and the sensation of being hit by a truck. And while I've been out of commission I've watched more than my fair share of movies and TV. Now, I'll be the first to admit that I like a little bit of romance and that the A&E Pride and Prejudice mini series (of which I watched the full 6 hours yesterday) is outstanding but I think a steady diet of this stuff is really unhealthy. Romance fills our music, our televisions and far too often our conversations. I guess to me it seems like part of the mass media distraction machine that attempts to remove our interests from the real issues, the things that really matter. And I know I'm a freak for caring passionately about politics but I really think that more people would care about politics if they weren't so concerned with romance. But who am I kidding, very few people [or maybe more specifically girls?]would choose the news over a movie with a romantic plot or sub plot. I guess this genre is so successful because if feeds into our very base emotions. We live vicariously through the characters on the screen and hope that tomorrow maybe we'll be hit by the car driven by the man of our dreams. Its this 'living through other people' thing that allows the world to be run the way its being run without much protest. As long as people are more concerned about what's happening in next week's episode than they are about the millions of aids orphan the less likely anyone is going to do anything about it.
If we continue to live our lives through characters or people we'll never meet [ie. Brad Pitt] we'll never be in touch with reality. I'm tired of watching people I don't know fall in love and live happily ever after in the span of two hours with perhaps one large obstacle to overcome. Real relationships, believe it or not, are not based on lust, are not easy and require some serious discussions along with all the eyelash batting, giggling, silliness.
Don't get me wrong. I think a girl needs to be brought flowers once in a while but I'm just sick and tired of people thinking that earthly love is the entire point of their existence. My story does not end when I meet my husband, that's just chapter two. I think romance is nice and has its time and place and I love the feeling that you get in your stomach when you really like someone. BUT, I will not center my life around waiting for my future husband. I will not pretend that the only thing I live for is that sort of love. The media practically shoves it down our throats and I'm tired of it.
So I suppose the point of tonight's semi coherent rant is two fold. 1. The media is insistent that Romance is the one great adventure in life. And 2. I don't buy it.

or maybe i'm just bitter?

Some Thoughts on Warmth and Fashion

When i lived at my parent's house I used to catch the bus at the end of the driveway every day. In elementary school i caught it on my own and often amused myself in the winter by making paths in the snow and running around them as fast as i could to keep warm. But by the time i got to highschool i had to wait with my sister and my neighbours so we would just stand still and maybe even talk until the bus came. Often the bus would be 10-15 minutes late and by that time our inactivity caused our hair to be frozen and our teeth to chatter violently. Fashion ruled in high school. Girls didn't wear toques because they didn't want to mess up their hair and your jacket needed to look good and it didn't really matter if it was warm. There was no recess, no reason to go outside, only catching the bus or running to a car. So somehow we managed. (Personally, i failed miserably when it came to fashion, often resorting to going outside in -20 to catch the bus with wet hair only to discover that my hair became a giant ball of fuzz upon reentry into a heated building. However, i didn't really care what i looked like as some of you may be able remember.)
And now university. An entirely different phenomenon. No longer are the hair styles of the fashion elite hoodless and vulnerable to the cold. Now, such attempts to remain good looking at the loss of your ear lobe are deemed 'stupid' and 'pure idiocy'. Suddenly, we've reverted to our academic infancy. We trudge along in our giant snow jackets, hoods up, scarfs covering our faces with mitts as disproportionate as lobster claws. Suddenly warm is cool again and looking cool looks more stupid than having your scarf wrapped around your head three times. Function has won out over fashion. So sure, i may look like an oversized kindgarten as i walk past the highschool on my way to class. But, while i may not be cool, i'd rather be warm any day.
Robyn

So I'm starting a blog

Funny, i've never actually read anyone else's blog {with the exception of Andrew's} so i'm not even really sure if anyone will read this. But i suppose just the feeling up putting things out there is kinda nice and it also lets people tap into my mind a bit if they really want to. Also, its an excellent form of procrastination. So some basic things to know about me-#1. i'm a horrible speller, and i'm probably not about to spell check so you're all going to have to suck it up. #2 i'm prety random so i'm not sure that anything i type will be coherent but, we'll see #3 i have no idea what this is going to end up looking like but...here we go!
anyway, welcome to my blog! please enjoy!
thanks!
Robyn