He’s Just Not That Into You
I left the heat on my room now its like a frigging sauna. Anyways, first week of full college lectures is done… Let it be known that my Thursdays are crap. I’m on for three hours straight then I get an hour break, then three more hours. But it’s not just six hours all around the same region of campus, each lecture is on in different buildings which are very far away from each other. So, for example, I have a my 11-1 in Building A, then my 1-2 in Building B. Throughout the six hours its like that, going back and forth between these two places. On foot. It’s not fun. And the main route between these two places involves a shitty up-hill walk, as well as a load of steps.
… I want a massage and I’m going pay for it and get one. So there. I also want a new phone. Mine keeps telling me it has no memory. Even tho I’ve deleted practically everything off of it to make room for messages. 114 messages and it’s like “Delete something so I can send your text” whereas when I first bought it it could store 2-3,000 messages before it would say this.
I spent my evening with the curtains shut, the lights off, lying in on my livingroom couch (which is uncomfortable enough to be called a few planks of wood nailed together with foam cushions on it) with 2 pillows and a blanket, watching He’s Just Not That Into You on my roommate’s DVD player. The main message to all females is simple… he’s just not that into you. If a guy wants you he’ll have you. If he likes you, he’d switch night and day to date you. Despite constant rejection, however, you will end up with the love of your life and he will change his mind and marry you on his yacht.
Shouldn’t lie in the dark filling my head with this modern quasi-fairytale trash but this evening I did. And I love Jennifer Aniston.
And while I feel rant-y… it annoys me so much the way girls bring their boyfriends into female clothing stores. As if the aisles between the rails aren’t narrow enough, there is a solitary, random, abandoned-looking male is standing in my way while I want to go look at shoes. Really. His girlfriend has just dropped in the middle of it while she’s looking at dresses. Why don’t they just go stand outside, instead of being there looking lost and embarrassed.
I also love this song at the moment… altho it confuses me at the start because it has a reference to Catherine/Joe… and I’m thinking this is Catherine and Joe Jackson but I thought he was meant to be a bad man? Unless they’re meaning they’re a perfect match because of the talented kids they had together? I keep thinking Wutherine Heights, but that’s Catherine and Healthcliff. Really good song tho, I’ve had it on repeat.
Vitruvian Man
I should know this because it’s my major… but Da Vinci did the Vitruvian Man, which I think was about man being of perfect proportions, and a circle within a square and all that. Well, this guy is my vitruvian man. The complete ideal.
I should be studying postmodernism for my exam tomorrow. But I figure, for the time being, this is quite important. This is Leonardo di Caprio. I don’t know anything about Darwinism and the evolution of man (monkeys and trees to men and briefcases) but if Darwin could, I’m sure he would make a full new chapter devoted to this guy. The ideal man has been defined!! … In the form of a character in Catch Me if You Can which is a great film, and I don’t know anything about its specifics. But it’s that era in America where being a con artist was glamourous, and maybe Vietnam was happening, and men were men. This is Leo as a con artist playing a pilot. Story line aside, this is manhood right here.
And again… more of what a man should be. But in a perfect world, the airhostesses would be airbrushed out and I’d be there. But the uniform, the aviator sunglasses, this is what should be on the market and isn’t. Forget the financial recession, there’s been a deficit in the male species for YEARS. Our mothers married the last good ones.
And even in the film when he is not pretending to be a pilot, the casual side is still good. Today we’ve got guys with their pants hanging around their backsides, baggy jeans, huge tshirts, unshaven. Below we have, again, the ideal. He wears a wrist watch. A wrist watch. I think a wrist watch says a lot about a man. He’s probably forward thinking, aware. Not relying on his phone for the time. It shows diligence and activity in life. Non-passive. Also, notice how although his pants fit perfectly, he still wears a belt. Belts are a plus. As is the collared shirt, tidy hair and shaven face.
Shame we can’t all revert to a time when it looked like the above and when words like “swell” were used, and “gee whizz”; and where “god damn it” was a hard swear word. Men that don’t get drunk, pull their pants down on their balconies, hold AND scream about their own genitalia, aren’t smoking pot, doesn’t get told the score by their mothers when they’re meant to be adults, doesn’t curse at you, can hold a door open, and if there isn’t enough room on the pavement for both of you to walk on, he’ll step off and walk on the road. Chivalry.
If the Bridget Jones generation (those 25 and over) out there is searching for perfect, I would say that this variation of the ideal, pictured above, is a high contender.
