People doing cooler and better things than I…

It’s been a heck of a week. I wanted to write more and yet every time I sat down to type something interesting, intelligent, creative, spontaneous or whatever, nothing happened. Even my subconscious has become dull again. However, there are some pretty damn awesome people I know writing some pretty damn awesome things. So I will share those I lieu of being able to create anything worthwhile myself:

1. Running to Tahiti Lovely, talented, bright, gorgeous Rebecca ranting about society’s obsession with physical female perfection and our inability as women to reconcile ‘healthy’ with ‘thin.’
2. Luv & Kiwi First L.A. pal Tishy joins in my anti-snobbery campaign against aggravating hoity-toity literature types who refuse to find merit in anything that isn’t nominated for a Pulitzer or hasn’t been around for over 100 years. We don’t share the same love for the same type of books, but gal-pal and I do share an overwhelming love for books and disgust for those who stop taking anything you say seriously once the words, “Yes, I’ve read the entire Twilight series,” leave your lips.
   Also, she directed me to Apartment Therapy which is equal parts awesome, depressing and inspiring.
3. Merry Maudlin Other than adoring the name of her blog, her style is marvelous and her posts always entertaining. This week she made an offhand comment about the developmental issues in Disney characters that not only cracked me up at work but made my little mind ponder the oddness of Disney psychology.
4. Hyperbole and a Half I make no secret of my adoration for Allie and her hysterical drawings and entries. Sometimes I’m afraid she may be stalking me and patterning her development as an adult after my own horrid attempts and colossal failures, but if only my life were able to be painted in such entertaining ways… this most recent entry delves into the psychology of little girls who want to play ‘boy’ games and are more likely to figure out ways to stalk you like a wolf and gnaw you to death than worry about grass stains on their pretty dresses. Yeah, that was me.