Defying Gravity? ...And all other logic and sense

Many television shows and movies present us with a world full of things that can't really exist in the world we live in--magic, talking animals, inanimate objects that move around, Charlie Sheen, and more. And I enjoy these sorts of things that meld reality with fantasy. I'm willing to embrace the impossible for a few hours at a time.

But what's funny is that even when I'm watching something that could never happen in real life, I still hold the show or film to some real life standards.

The other day I was watching Spongebob. (Yes, I just admitted to that.) And Spongebob and Patrick were planning on going golfing, but then it started to rain.

....They live at the bottom of the sea. How does it rain underwater? That makes no sense!!

But you know what else makes no sense? A talking sponge. Who wears square pants. And is best friends with a dumb talking starfish and a squirrel who has to wear a space suit while underwater.

The entire show is completely nonsensical. So why would it bother me when it began to rain underwater?

Or,  whenever I watch Beauty and the Beast, I can't help but notice Mrs. Potts is way too old to have Chip as a son. But the thing about that is that we're talking about an enchanted tea pot. And her tea cup son. So we are already far past the point of "all of this has to make total sense." Yet we still try.

Like, no way.

I'll stick with the Disney theme and move onto Enchanted. It's a story that takes place half in a cartoon-world and half in Manhattan. Giselle, the main character is about to get married when her soon-to-be-step-mother-in-law gives her the boot out of fairytale world. (It's actually called Andalasia, but that's neither here nor there.) Anyways, I'll spare you more details, but when she's in the "real world" she cuts out Patrick Dempsey's curtains to make a dress:

Amy Adams is adorable, but physics must still apply.

Look. I know this girl just came from Andalasia and everything about this movie is bizarre and magical...but those curtains straight up defy gravity. They wouldn't just hang there like that!

I'm not sure I can really pinpoint why these small details bother me when the overall implausibility or impossibility of the plot doesn't. 

Maybe something about defying actual rules of science? ...but then again, magic would be included in that. So, I really just don't know.

"You may hate gravity, but gravity doesn't care."
-Clayton Christensen

Sharing Boston

I decided over the weekend that this week's blog post would be about the Boston Marathon. I didn't really know what angle I'd take with it. I was most likely going to talk about how it's always been one of my favorite days of the year. When I was younger it signified a day full of hot dogs and hamburgers and playing with my cousins and passing out water to the runners. And now that I'm older it signifies the one day a year that everyone in my city actually cares about running. And maybe it also signifies a day of day drinking and cheering for random people I don't know, and a few people that I do.

But after the bombs went off on Monday, it was as if my angle was chosen for me. I couldn't not talk about it. I feel so badly for those who lost their lives, were injured or were emotionally traumatized by Monday's attack. It's something that I never imagined happening--no one did. And to an extent, it still does not feel real.

For the most part, I feel as if all that I can say about Monday has already been said by news stations and other bloggers. Boston is a strong city. We will overcome this. We will surround those who were directly affected with all the support they need. I truly believe all of this. But some of my other feelings about this situation have been all over the place--sadness, anger, confusion, annoyance. And reading what other people feel has been helpful, but I'm still trying to work out some things on my own.

Firstly, I feel sorry for all the runners who trained for months to either not be able to complete the race, or to complete it, but then to feel their accomplishment is forever tainted.

I know that no runner in Monday's marathon will admit their disappointment, because there are much larger things at play here, and much more important things to fret over. But to everyone who ran the marathon, whether you finished or not--I know how hard you worked, and I am so sorry you didn't get to experience the joy and sense of accomplishment that it should have brought you.

And secondly, I think something I've been struggling with in recent days is learning how to share. All of the sudden, everyone wants to be a part of Boston, everyone loves the Boston Marathon. Instead of being something I share with my family and friends and the people I stand next to as we shout "GO PINK SHIRT!! YOU CAN DO IT! HERE WE GO LISA! YEAH NAVY ATHLETICS!!", the marathon has now become something (largely through social media) that I share with the whole country. Even the whole world.

And in some ways, that is great. I am so impressed with how quickly people have rushed to support Boston, and those who live and/or work in the city, and were affected by the attack.

But in other ways--more selfish ways--it's been a little tough to realize that a day that you hold so close to your heart is now held in everyone else's heart too. 

Again, this feeling may not be something that people in Boston are willing to admit. Because the outpouring of love has been so great, and the attack was so tragic. But I can't help but feel like I used to feel in high school when that great, unknown band that I loved suddenly became mainstream and popular.

Along with all of the questions everyone in the city, and the country has--Who would do such a thing? Are we really safe anywhere? What can we do to stop these things from continuously occurring?--I'm also left with selfish questions that I've been a little afraid to ask--Will Marathon Monday not be the same anymore?  Will it become so popular that I won't even be able to find a spot to cheer from anymore? How long will I have to walk past police officers holding machine guns? Were people afraid of my pink gym bag that I took on the T this morning? 

I know that the Boston Marathon was never really "mine" to begin with, and that what happened Monday doesn't take the marathon away from me, or anyone else who loves it as much as I do. No one, except the person or persons who planted those bombs, is trying to take it away from me. This attack has brought to light what a positive and heartwarming event the Boston Marathon truly is--and people just want to be a part of that. And who could blame them? Maybe sharing it will make it even better--and help us all heal faster.


"Because it's okay to feel things. And be who you are about them."
-Stephen Chbosky, Perks of Being a Wallflower

Someday, You Will Hate Zooey Deschanel

The title of this post is a prediction. It may even be a promise.

And it's based on observations that we, as a society, rip through desirable stereotypes like 8-year-olds rip through Christmas presents.

Remember when Paris Hilton was cool? I promise, that happened. Kim Kardashian, too. They were style icons, they were party girls, and we couldn't read or watch enough about them. But if you ask most people about them now, the feedback is not going to be positive. Because "rich party girls" aren't "in" anymore.

We put these celebrities on media pedestals and then when they step out of line, or when we change our idea of what's desirable, we blow them sky high like they false started in the Hunger Games.

I've lost track at this point. Is Kate Upton beautiful today? Or is she fat? Have we decided which way we like her yet? It seems to swing entirely one way, and then entirely another based on the day. (Extra points to anyone who just thought to themselves: "I don't hate you because you're fat, you're fat because I hate you.")

Media coverage of Taylor Swift just recently changed from her being a great role model, to being a slut, to being a slut-shamer, to be an anti-feminist, to being a girl whose magazine covers don't sell enough copies so everyone must be sick of her face and her life and her sparkly dresses. The end.

Cute sparkly girls who like to fall in love are "out."

Oh, except if you're Zooey Deschanel. But she's a cute sparkly girl who we perceive as "not trying to be cute" and is dorky. We love dorky right now.

We love Jennifer Lawrence right now for the same reason. She's a dork. And sort of a bro. And she's someone you want to be best friends with.

Best friends are so "in" right now.

You know why Jennifer Lawrence fell up the stairs while going to accept her award for Best Actress at the Oscars? Because your best friend would never win an Oscar for Best Actress. And if she did, you would probably start to secretly hate her. And once you let the secret out to a couple people, and they say they've been secretly hating her too, then your hate stops being a secret. And then it's all over the internet that hating Anne Hathaway is so "out" and hating Jennifer Lawrence is "in." She's not our best friend anymore!! Tie her to the newsstands and burn her!

There is nothing you can tell me to convince me that she didn't fall on purpose...just so she could even things out a bit. People will still be jealous that their best friend won the Oscar for Best Actress, but at least they can snicker behind her back about the fact that she fell on the way up to receive it.

"Oh, my best friend is SUCH a klutz."

So, for now, dorky and funny and "best friend" is what's "in"...but what will be next? What celebrity stereotype will we tear down next to make room for the new cool way to be?

(By the way, starting to spend some time thinking about if we are this fickle with male celebrity stereotypes. I think that society definitely goes through phases of thinking huge muscle-men are "in" ...no, now it's skinny, sensitive guys...no, now it's kind of chubby, hairy but funny guys...no wait, back to the muscle-men, but muscle-men who love animals! I'm not sure male celebrities who personify an "out" stereotype are ripped apart as much as female celebrities though. Is there a guy equivalent of Anne Hathaway right now? Are people ever going to hate, say, Jon Hamm as much as they hate Anne Hathaway?)

Ending this now before I open a whole new can of worms.

"'When times are good we prefer actresses with rounder faces,' psychology professor Terry Pettijohn told Salon.com writer Daniel D'Addario..."

-"Why You Love to Hate Anne Hathaway," CNN.com
...like, what? Seriously?

Looking Forward to It

This Easter, my mom devised an awesome Easter egg hunt that led to adult prizes such as hand soap, scratch tickets and nips of vodka (Hm, that went downhill after the hand soap, eh?). But anyways, while I was happy to get candy and some really great smelling candles, it didn't match the excitement I used to feel waking up on Easter morning when I still believed in the Easter bunny. Same thing with Christmas now that I'm grown up.

This is a pretty common thing we not-quite-adults-yet-but-not-children-anymore's talk about. We talk about how we've lost the joy we used to feel for the small things. And even for the bigger things.

While holidays may not seem as magical, and candy and presents may not seem as life-altering anymore, I would argue that there are still some things that I get pretty excited about.

You may consider some things on this list pathetic. You've been warned.

-Concerts

-Drinking the night before Thanksgiving

-Vacation

-Premiers of my favorite TV shows

-Road trips

-Getting out of work early

-Having even a slight possibility of getting out of work early

-Free lunch

-Free anything. ...no seriously. Anything. Even samples at Whole Foods.

-Midnight premiers of really epic movies

-Sales at my favorite stores

Ok, now that I'm running out of ideas with this list it does feel a little bit sad. But I'm just going to avoid the sinking feeling that this list is all I have to look forward to in life and just wrap this post up. 

Oh--no. Nevermind. There's way more to look forward to. Like, getting married, having a family, dreaming about retiring early...

Ok. I'm feeling better again. I should really plan these posts out before I write them to avoid these sorts of emotional roller coasters I go through as I write them on the fly.


"The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads."
-'Twas the Night Before Christmas, by Clement C. Moore
(I have no idea what a sugar plum is and now that I'm not a child anymore I'll never even be able to dream of them again! Maybe I missed out on a great opportunity.)