...it's not dark yet, but it's gettin' there...
It almost seems as though Ken Wheaton has gazed into my own soul (a la Bush & Putin) with his latest column on The Non-Dating Life. i know he was describing someone else, but this quote could just as eerily apply to yours truly:
She claims to despise 'suits' but is destined to mate with one and produced baby suits. Still, she hangs out in Lower East Side and Williamsburg bars, trolling for too-skinny, geeky musicians who never fail to disappoint because, well, they're musicians, hipster-wannabes and she, deep down inside, is only now realizing she's not exactly compatible with those people. That's not to say she has to end up with a frat boy. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. She needs someone sort of in the middle. But, for now, like a lot of us out there, she's frustrated by running into the same type of guy over and over and over again.Go read the rest.
aw, not you too, annika? not you too!?
Posted by: ken on Mar. 18, 2005It's a terrific observation he's got... Annie, you and my kid sisters have something in common...
Posted by: Hugo on Mar. 18, 2005hmm. sounds like the typical misinformation propogated by men who never talked to women who've actually had a relationship with a real musician. :) hipster wannabe indeed!
Posted by: Publicola on Mar. 18, 2005actually, all of my information about women in relationships with musicians comes directly from women in relationships with musicians. from new york to nashville to new orleans, it's the same damn story over and over. and, as a "writer" i can say i'm not a hell of a lot better than musicians on the whole mental health/need for constant attention thing. i just don't have the temptation/curse of groupies to deal with.
of course, i'm not talking about "serious" (ahem) musicians.
Posted by: ken on Mar. 18, 2005Ok Poem Gyrl. It is time to throw in the lyrics from one of my favorite songs "Love is a Battlefield"
We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
You’re beggin’ me to go, you’re makin’ me stay
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know
Do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing you’ve had?
Believe me, believe me, I can’t tell you why
But I’m trapped by your love, and I’m chained to your side
We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
We’re losing control
Will you turn me away or touch me deep inside?
And before this gets old, will it still feel the same?
There’s no way this will die
But if we get much closer, I could lose control
And if your heart surrenders, you’ll need me to hold
We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searchin’ our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
Written by: mike chapman & holly knight
Posted by: Jake on Mar. 18, 2005Ah, its so rewarding to see another one realize life with us "suits" is so much more fun and rewarding. Ya, it was bizarre in college watching otherwise intelligent women date hipster dufusses, but hearing the cries of "what went wrong" from these same women now who never really figured it out provides some comfort. Even more so when I come home to my beautiful wife and family
Posted by: Pursuit on Mar. 19, 2005Pursuit,
I could write thousands of words on the whole hipster/suit/fratboy/whatever subject. I wouldn't consider myself a suit ... mostly because I can't afford good ones, but isn't it amusing how the same sort of people (hipsters) who run around saying "The clothes don't matter, it's what's inside" turn right around and judge others on... their clothes. What's especially funny is that at least the hipsters have a choice in wardrobe. Not many people are running around in a suit because they woke up and said, "Man, I feel like wearing a starched shirt, wool pants and a noose around my neck. That's hot!"
I like ratty jeans and old t-shirts. Don't get me wrong. And if I were 19 today, I'd probably have an entire trucker hat collection (and for some reason, it's the trucker hat more than anything that drives me absolutely batshit). After all, when I was in college, my hair was long and curly, I wore flannel and thought I was Eddie Vedder.
At the end of the day, though, I hang out with people who dress LIKE hipsters and who dress IN suits. But they all have the same qualities. As we say in Louisiana: They like to get drunk and pass a good time.
i'm trying to imagine how the Paris-ism "that's hott" would sound with a cajun accent.
but i'm not having much luck.
; )
Posted by: annika on Mar. 19, 2005Ken,
Agree on a lot of points, except one. Increasingly even us suits have a choice in what to wear. Unfortunately for mosts "suits" they choose chinos and a golf shirt, instead of anything that actually looks nice, but at least it is their choice. Further, I think the traders and technologists that I work with would be amused to hear your thoughts on what people are forced to wear. We've hired them for their brain, not their dress. That said, we do ask that they dress for clients from time to time.
Here is the weird part: I miss wearing a suit and will put one on from time to time, because it looks great and is comfortable.
Posted by: Pursuit on Mar. 19, 2005Thanks for speaking up for the grownups Pursuit.
Posted by: Casca on Mar. 19, 2005