Happy Valentine's Day! Don't marry a psycho.
I thought I'd use the week of Valentine's Day to remind us all what to hold out for when we're looking for love.
Some American sports hero was on TV recently, saying that, as much as he loved playing (insert random sports stuff here), what he most proud of was being a loving husband and father.
I really find that this one speaks for itself.
Is there a universal definition for success or is it different in every country?
This one goes out to that certain actor/writer, who may not be a predator, but Jesus, dude - seriously? Is it possible a self-avowed feminist is really so dense that he can't read a whole slew of social cues including the actual words "I don't want to be pressured into something," or are men so indoctrinated with the idea that women exist solely for your sexual pleasure that you honestly think what you were attempting was some form of seduction?
I've never been a huge fan of Cameron Crowe's epic retelling of someone else's story, mostly because I never understood why everyone was freaking out about Tom Cruise's disfigured face. It seemed highly unlikely that people would actually react so overtly to one side of his face being creased, especially the ones who knew he'd been in a serious car accident. To go so far as to show women screaming in revulsion? Heavy sigh.
I like to mutter this line when I'm overwrought about some petty issue thanks to whatever insignificant weenie is causing me trouble on any given day.
This one goes out to everyone in Hawaii, everyone who loves someone in Hawaii, everyone who's planning a trip to Hawaii, and the guy who thought he could get a flight out of Hawaii before the bomb hit.