The Fantasy World Map
Finally! I’ve charted the very first accurate map of the entire fantasy world. Nerds will rejoice! …Or become enraged!
Are we shoulding all over ourselves?
We, some of us, have vowed: In every aspect of our lives we will accept nothing less than perfection. The perfect apartment, the perfect job, the perfect friends. But for some reason, when it comes to relationships, we allow ourselves to overlook the things that should have us running for the door. Why is it that we can be so proud of everything in our lives, but when it comes to love we feel like we just can’t measure up?
I’ve spent my time in New York fabulously, living in Manhattan, getting a great job, going to amazing places. But still find myself time after time allowing a guy to make me feel small, or unworthy. I would never accept that from anyone else. I’ve cut friends out of my life, walked out on jobs (two just this past 6 months) all because I was not being treated well. In love however, I have thrown myself countless times in front of others who are emotionally unavailable, unreachable. Allowing myself to be used as an Idea, rather than a person. Maybe its the thrill, or the chase. Are we addicted to running after the one we can’t have. If everything else is perfect then why are we purposely messing things up?
In 2011 I’m going to try and put out good things. And hopefully I get a few back at me. Let it go. and don’t worry.
it’s just a littler harder than it sounds.
Oh no! This wasn’t showing up in our last post. And clearly, it needs to be seen. Trying again.
UPDATING WITH CAPTION (because we just dug that shit out of the archives for a full read):
In what is perhaps our favorite NEWSWEEK man cover, “Male Plumage ‘68” describes “the once securely buttoned-down fortress of male fashion under heavy siege.” Men from New York to San Francisco, the article claims—influenced by the Beatles, the hippies and student revolt, among other things—were breaking loose from sartorial regimentation and wandering off into a bizarre world of perfumes and hairstylists; wrapping themselves in form-fitting suits of every shade and fabric; hanging pendants and beads from their necks. To sum it up, the late Yves St. Laurent—himself just delving into male fashion at the time—put it this way: “Today it’s the great idea of liberty.”
Um, yes.
