Shark Week

I’m one of those people who has total respect for the ocean and everything that lives in it; I don’t even EAT anything that comes from the water. And so, as I walk to and from work every day eyeing this massive Shark Week billboard…

…that, for lack of better words, AdWeek describes as a “Chum-Tossing Celebration of Carnivorous Delights”, I can’t help but think,

What is so fascinating about sharks?! Have I missed something huge because I’ve never seen Jaws? I should probably watch Jaws. But I’m such a beach bum… will I be forever scared to get in the water if I watch Jaws? I probably shouldn’t watch it…right?

I never really knew Shark Week was even a “thing”, especially not for young dainty women, until I met my ex-co-worker Kayla who has a strange irreversible passion for sharks.
As she quotes on her blog (that a friend of hers once said),

Shark Week is the closest thing Kayla has to a religion.

Meanwhile, this weeklong programming has been around since before I was born! Actually, I was 1 month and 5 days old when it first aired but you get what I mean.

The Discovery Channel’s Shark Week, first broadcast on July 17, 1987, is a weeklong series of feature television programs dedicated to sharks. Held annually, normally in July or August, Shark Week was originally developed to raise awareness and respect for sharks. It is the longest-running cable television programming event in history. – Read more on Wikipedia.

So, in all my curious stupor, I’ve decided that maybe I’ll actually take part and ride this Shark Week ride this year. It starts August 10th (have you seen the trailer?) and I’m thinking this will be a great crash course. What better way to learn how to swim than to just jump in the deep end? Amiright?

Mindy & Me: Duante Diallo

As promised, today kicks off my week of “Mindy & Me”, a collection of concerns/happenings that Mindy Kaling and I have in common based on her book, “Is Everyone Handing Out Without Me (and other concerns)“.

(I secretly hope she reads one of these, and/or any other posts on my blog, so she can see how similarly we rant; that means, tweet and share this collection this week as much as possible friends, thanks!)

So we kick off with Mindy’s short story about Duante Diallo; the asshole that made her formative years in middle school awful.

Surprise surprise, I had one of those too; I’ll call him Bruce, for all intents and purposes. Bruce wasn’t as good-looking-star-athlete-from-a-foreign-country as Duante, but still got under my skin and also made my formative years of MS/HS awful.

Bruce’s antics and low self-esteem (I’m sure) brought my self-esteem down to the ground… like, dragging behind me and pulling me down. It wasn’t until I went to college that I was able to get it together and love myself… yada yada.

The biggest issue I see is that guidance counselors and parents don’t do much to help you get through it; especially when you’re a girl bullied by a boy. Boys are told to “man up!” and serve it right back to the bully whereas, like Gigi preaches in the opening of He’s Just Not That Into You, girls are “…encouraged… no, programmed(!) to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you.” This is where our problem lies! (Minds: we should totally rally together behind this – get Michelle Obama involved, etc.)

Below are some tidbits of Mindy’s short story about Duante – situations I know too well.

Duante was also, unfortunately, a tyrannical asshole…he fixated on me early in the year as being overweight and was open with his observation. At first it had the veneer of niceness. For example, once I was getting a drink of water in the hallway where he and his friends were standing.

Duante: You would actually be really pretty if you lost weight.

…I was hurt, but I rationalized that maybe Duante had been around only extremely thin African girls… By winter, I had not lost weight and in fact had gained about ten more pounds. This really bothered Duante. I think he felt he had gone out of his way to give me some valuable advice and I had chosen not to follow it, therefore insulting him. One day in February , I walked into the freshman center, he stopped mid-conversation with his friends and gestured to me.

Duante: Speaking of whales…

I loved all the side effects of losing the weight, but the reason I did it was so that Duante would stop making fun of me… but he didn’t. One day I was walking down the hallway to class and passed him…

Duante: Remember when Mindy was like (blow out his cheeks to make a fat face) a whale?

They all laughed. Come on, dude. Remember when? I’m getting made fun of because I used to be fat?

That was when I realized that bullies have no code of conduct.”
– Duante Diallo story: pages 14-17

As previously mentioned, I believe bullying thrives on insecurity. Just like Duante, Bruce hasn’t found his way either. I, on the other hand, am very much fabulous and successful, carrying my self-esteem around with me like a crown. Perhaps not as “flawless” as Beyoncé in the morning, but totally trying to get here.

Thank you, Mindy, for sharing your story with the world. I wish there were books like this when I was growing up (maybe there were but I wasn’t reading them), it may have helped me bypass the whole “it’s because he likes you” thing.


Froid, Frio, Freddo

Froid (French)

Frio (Spanish)

Freddo (Italian)

I thought that maybe saying “cold” in other languages might make me feel less abused by the unbearable winds that slapped me unapologetically across the face this morning. I was wrong.

It still feels just as cold as it did this morning and I’m frustrated. What is with this weather? I mean, I really am one of Winters’ biggest fans. But, like, this is getting a bit excessive and quite uncomfortable. It’s sad. I mean, look at that selfie above.

I look like Jon Snow, in The North, in the snow.

Stay warm friends. It will all be over soon. Spring is coming.

George Clooney

I haven’t felt inspired to write anything as of late out of pure exhaustion and lack of time, until this morning…when I saw the cover of the Esquire December 2013 issue.

George Clooney is timeless. Look at this man. After stumbling on this cover, I was immediately inspired to Google image him in his glory and compile images for you.

I mean… who ages so graciously? He may not be everyone’s cup-of-tea, but he’s def mine. And I know, I know, “he’s old!” But come on ladies. This man is more handsome than most “men” our age.

Let’s take a moment and bask in all of him:

I Broke Tears for Breaking Bad

You know a show is well done when you’ve never watched an episode and you manage to cry during the series finale.

Last night, after I watched the Jets lose to the Titans and the movie Couples Retreat, my sister told me that she’d be changing the channel to AMC by 9PM to watch it. Since I do not have a lounge chair or desk in my room yet to do my school work, I was forced to hang in the living room and watch; I need to start this bedroom makeover STAT.

I was immediately completely intrigued. I closed my laptop, because I knew I’d get zero “reading” done, and watched with her. I cried like a child!

Mainly because I’m so emphatic, but also because I could see the pain in this man’s eyes. It was evident that things were coming to an end because he was trying to make everything right with everyone: leave $9M to my family, threaten the dbags, kill all the bad guys, see my wife/baby for the last time, see my son for the last time, free the good guy, and then die exactly where and how it all started.

Now I’m all like…











Meanwhile, Breaking Bad fans, like my coworker @KaylalaMoriarty, are going through serious post mortem emotional feelings:


In addition to her feelings this morning,

I got the closure I needed to go to work today, but am wallowing in my despair of the destruction and loss it took to get here.
I am starting a breaking bad support group.
Walter White will make an excellent new zombie in the Walking Dead.
I swear to god, if Homeland pulls this shit, I will just die.
Breaking Bad is the #1 reason I am in support of Obamacare.
Breaking Bad made meth sexy again.
Where is Huell?????

Marriage & Jessica Biel

Is it just me or does marriage look REALLY good on Jessica Biel? I didn’t even recognize her in this photo at Fashion Week on WhoWhatWear. I guess being married to JT does the job?

Here are some other recent “WOW” Jessica Biel Timberlake moments:

ps: if JBT can rock an ombre in the Fall, so can I

this shoot for ELLE Magazine is beautiful – click to see more images