A Tongue in Chic Perspective

“Don’t let the past remind us of what we are not now…” ~Crosby, Stills & Nash

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I was thinking about the importance of fate. The lot of us will say that fate is a very real thing– the blueprint of what our lives will become. Some of us are set up for utter failure and humiliation the day we leave the womb. Others, we find, have the perfect life… and they know they have it too.

My friend Ro has been having a rough time the past few weeks. She was desperately seeking to find a new job, and was afraid she blew her chance at getting it (she answered the phone while her supervisor was in the next cubicle). This week, she learned her grandmother had another stroke. Aside from being heartbroken and worrisome this entire week, she felt that everything seemed to be going wrong. And for the first time, I gave her advice I wish I could have followed (and given to others) so long ago:

“I believe everything happens for a reason. I believe there’s a cosmic interference,” I told her. “Maybe,” I said, “you aren’t ready for the new job despite what you may think. Your grandmother’s stroke may be a sign that you need to re-prioritize your life.

“The truth is, we are now at an age where we are in control of so much, and the fact we cannot control things like this is unbearable for us. It’s not like when you’re 11 and you have no say of what happens in your life… and you are unaware of what is really going on.”

Ro appreciated this. And not to toot my own horn, but I thought my idea was poignant. Maybe we cannot come to grips with what life deals us until something worse or eerily similar occurs. Something like a failed marriage, death or another unfortunate circumstance is something we need to learn to become better people. It is tragic when we are unable to help a situation, and feel that we sit idly by and watch fate do its worst. What we really are doing is assessing the issue, awaiting to make our next move before we can officially check mate the situation at hand.

My parents have taught me this better than most will ever try to transcend their experiences onto others. Both of them have been through so much, and to catch a glimpse into their finest (and far less than) hours, helps me realize that sometimes the world simply needs to collide with another giant to make the world wake up. And sometimes we do face the problem, while other times we look and acknowledge, then continue on before something worse happens.

I believe that things happen for a reason. But I also think that if we can change it for the better, it should be done. We don’t always need to sit idly by. We can be proactive while enjoying life.

I pay homage to 1996 with my thoughts and feelings on pop culture, where art imitates life…

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I am not sure whether or not I should be elated that the months have been flying by so quickly or if I should be freaking out.

There are so many things coming up and I am not sure. Exactly that. I am not sure.

Although I am a planner, someone who needs to know framework, I need some spontaneity… the thing is, that’s something I need to plan too.

The old saying, “expect the unexpected” is just a really crappy way of saying “inevitably, something, somehow will bite you in the ass, no matter how good you are… at anything and everything.”

(I am going somewhere with this, I promise).

I was watching “Dancing With the Stars” Tuesday night and couldn’t help but wonder… do people really like Marie Osmond?! Why is she still on?!

Needless to say, depite America saving AMC hottie Cameron Mathison, I seriously think that America needs to get their heads checked. Why on earth would they kick off the greatest dancer on the show (well one of my favorites), Sabrina Bryan? “The horror… the horror…”

Also, “Grey’s Anatomy.” Fellow fans know where I’m going with this. At first, I loved the fact that Georgie Porgie hooked up with Dr. Model. I wanted it from the beginning… now? Not so sure. I hate Callie’s character because I find her really moany, but honestly, I am considering why I was on Team Gizzie in the first place.

Yes, folks, I might be jumping ship. I’m Benedict Arnold. Sue me.

My point is no matter how much you measure up to other people’s expectations, the pendelum eventually has to swing the opposite way, too. What’s life without chaos? Boring and bad infomercials.

Same thing can be said about other aspects of pop culture.

Britney, if you’re out there, this is for you.

Music is about passion and connecting with an audience… not how your rendezvous and bad choices splashed across tabloids.

What happened to the days when rockers banged groupies and did drugs without regarding the future, and no one seemed to care? Now, rehab is the new black.

I will admit that I love hearing about it, but after a while, I can’t help but wonder if these people ever have “normal problems”, i.e. having no flour in the house when they’re trying to cook something that calls for flour, if they have “nothing fights” with their significant others (without throwing their Blackberry phones at their assistants), etc.

My point is, television and music don’t agitate me. The people who are front and center (and shouldn’t be) do.  And life in general shouldn’t be that way either.

While I am drawn to the tragedy and the drama (who isn’t?) I find myself more compelled to back away.

Ironic? Sure is.