A people free to choose will always choose peace. -Ronald Reagan
1. Bridal Corset Shopping. This weekend was one of the weirdest I’ve had in ages. At the beginning of the weekend my son was visiting his dad so I had the opportunity to go corset shopping with my gay friends (really, they were in the market for “bridal corsets” and it seemed reasonable enough at the time). Now, I’m not trying to brag, but these gay friends are not native New Yorkers and they’re a little bit on the extra prissy side and aren’t expert shoppers like I am. They paraded me all over town going from costume shop to costume shop, and eventually a small string of upscale goth stores (that sort of reminded me of mid-90’s Hot Topic stores but everything was 10 times more expensive). One of these gays (I’ll call him “Stephane” for the sake of the story) decided that he was about to buy a $200 white bridal corset when I stepped in and said “listen, there’s no way we’re spending $200 on a corset that you have no reason to wear regularly… you’re a corporate lawyer for Christ’s sake!” So the two femme-men put the over-priced corset down and followed me like ducklings just a few blocks away to the nearest Loehmann’s. Obviously we were met with overwhelming success and a $17 bride-worthy white corset that made Stephane so happy he could sing. And, yes, Gary helped lace him in.
2. Your Man Thinks You’re Just A Ride. Well, sorta… at least that’s what the NY Taxi Driver theory says. My friend Renee mentioned this at brunch and everyone at the table just sort of sat back, thought for a second, and then said “well yeah, that sounds about right.” What do you think?
“…The truth is probably simpler than that and best summed up by the “New York taxi driver” theory. According to this idea, men — like New York taxi drivers — cruise around all day, picking up fares. They carry some for a long time, some for just a short while, without giving it all that much thought. But at a certain point, when they’re tired, maybe bored and have had their fill, the taxi driver decides it’s time to turn off his light and go home. Whoever is in the back of his metaphorical relationship taxi at that point is the one he marries.” via TimesOnline
3. Speaking of love… I had a weird, stressful couple days with the boyfriend recently (over some topics that are entirely too confusing to get into right now), but for the first time ever in a relationship I figured out that the only way to get through a disagreement coupled with disappointment is to throw more love into the fire. In the past I’ve been easily disappointed, angered, and quickly just said “well, screw this, see you later.” This time, and maybe it’s just because it’s right this time, I decided to fix things proactively, be extra loving, open to solutions and trusting. Whaddya know? Extra love seems to work. I’m adding this to my list of crap I wish I knew before 26.
4. Flashback Alert!!!!
Gay men who can’t shop are real???