WhystayintheUnitedStates
A blog about why I should stay in the United States when I could be anywhere else in the world.Archive for June, 2008
I Like the Way I Look. You?
Do you think you’re good looking? If you’re comfortable with how you look – which is a good way to be – you’re not going to spend hundreds or thousands of dollars on cosmetic enhancements or plastic surgery. But before you come down harshly (and I admit I used to) on those that do spend a lot of time and money on looking better.. wait – we do live in a very superficial world (it’s not just the U.S.). If you’re better looking, you apparently have a better shot at a job, an easier time making friends, and the shocker — you get more love from your parents. Sad, but apparently true. No wonder then that Slate tells us But a Boob Job is an Investment.
Here’s the New York Times article that Slate links to… about research showing that parents are nicer to the nicer-looking kids.
Still doesn’t explain why Cameron Diaz changed the way she looked..
It’s OK — Lance is OK.
The NY Times ran this article on Lance Armstrong this past weekend. Correct me if I’m wrong, please – but the point of the long spread seemed to be that the biking champion can do as much good as he likes, but if he continues to date women at the rate at which he does, all his anti-cancer awareness work isn’t going to be appreciated or remembered. Bottom line: Serial dating is eroding his goodwill.
How ridiculous is that? It’s his personal life. It’s not interfering with all his work, so why is it such a big deal? He fought cancer, he probably thought he was going to die at some point. He survived. If he wants to live life as a serial dater, let him be. He doesn’t hide it, so I’m guessing the women he meets don’t really have any illusions about him either. So why is the rest of the world complaining? Maybe they’re jealous?
Ah, happiness!
So what makes me happy? A walk down Chestnut street (in San Francisco) with my wonderful, wonderful man will do it. That’s what I did Saturday evening. Yes, there was food involved — a lovely bowl of red curry at Lettus Cafe followed by a chocolate drink from Moonstruck. But more than the chocolate, it was just a lovely walk with my best friend, who is also my lover and spouse, that made me happy. But wait — did all the sangrias at Cesar that I’d had the night before (with him, again) have something to do with the happiness?
You’ve seen the rows and rows of books dedicated to happiness in every bookstore you walk into. I’ve read some of them. And then there are all those articles that appear every few months. Here’s an assortment, picked for nothing more than their subject matter.
WebMD ran this piece a few days ago.
USA Today had something similar back in 2002.
ABC NEWS/20-20 made it a little more complex. (It’s not a TV clip, just plain reading.)
Apparently, TV can make you happy. Curious? Read this article from the New York Times.
And yes, shopping for clothes makes me happy, too. How predictable, I know…
Hello world! Now, lets talk about sex…
Welcome to my world. This blog is all about sharing what makes me happy and what I find sexy.. and yes, I imagine there will be a lot of sex on this blog. Not because I have an outrageous sex life (I don’t), but because people are too uptight about sex. It’s not that they’re not having it, they’re having it all the time; but they’re just not open to talking about it. And every time some politican’s sex life makes it to the front page, it makes for a bigger headline and more talk time than any corruption scandal or war ever could.
