I’m an avid reader. I like to read all things. I do not discriminate, in fact, I have an unabashed love for Jackie Collins novels that I will not apologise for. I have always been like this. For every literary novel I read in high school/young adulthood, I also read some trash. Frequently this trash was Sweet Valley High/University. So imagine my surprise when I realised Sweet Valley Confidential came out couple of years ago, the 10 year update on what the Wakefield sisters are up to. So I’m doing some catch up and Holy Geebus, stupid and depressing much? It was always vapid and I guess it never challenged why oh so smart Elizabeth never paid attention to what was going on around but I knew it was happening. On some level I forgave them because of their age, In this latest treasure they’re suppose to be 27. Playtime is over Elizabeth Wakefield! Coasting by on your looks is not enough these days honey. According to you, your sister Jessica worked this one out 8 months ago. Time to move on! We’re done here!
It’s like reading a $1 romance novel I picked up from Lifeline to pad out the set on my friend’s film. It’s rare I can actually feel myself getting dumber just by reading, but it’s happening. I think it’s being reflected in my writing as we speak… punctuation hell! I’ll still read this lil’ brain squirt and it’s follow ups, which are still being written. I’d blame this on 50 Shades of Grey (probably the only thing I have actually refused to read but Jennifer Armin Trout does a great chapter by chapter recap so you don’t have to) but this was happening long before that one ever came along.
(photo courtesy of Cracked)
You may have heard by now that Jessica Simpson finally popped out a lil one after the longest pregnancy in history (probably not but lets not pretend we weren’t thinking it.) The second tidbit is that she named her little girl Maxwell Drew. The comments have been going off a bit at this info. “but that’s 2 boys names?” I will not lie a few comments tickled me a bit and made me think she really does have a good sense of humour, but the former was honestly my first thought. Luckily my developed brain then skipped straight into, What right do I have to judge what gender a name is? I expect the first girl or boy to be called Sydney would not appreciate it.
About.com has a list of 121 Unisex names and I’m sure there is more added to this list everyday including Maxwell. It’s universally accepted that Bailey can be either a girl or a boy. An let’s face it, everybody knows that you can’t look at a baby and be able to tell it’s a boy or girl. However, people get so worked up about it like the downfall of the world came with the non-gender specific onesie/romper or, baby jeebus help us, if you happen to dress a boy in pink. Just stop confusing people, you hippies!
Moral here is, it’s not my place or yours to judge what gender a name is. Save your pity and confusion for the sadly misspelled phonetic ones like Shy-anne, DestyNeigh, Madisyn.
Pictures courtesy of TheAge & AP, Funny Photos, Missworld.tumblr.com
I am far more witty in anonymous comments then on Facebook
I have a real sadistic streak, but only if it’s mutually beneficial to all. Especially when it comes to rich people and mining. Honestly! have you seen this? (via theAwl)
Clowns freak me out a lot less than they used to. Watch the promo and donate to fund our film Smile. It will probably not help you get to the same place I am but it will be damn fun!
I have a mountain of clothes but none of them go together. Okay I discovered that earlier but it’s a serious problem, don’t you think?
Famous people had some crazy exotic pets. My personal favourite other than the stack of cheetahs, which was obviously a popular one at that time, is seeing Beatrix Potter with her pet rabbit… on a string leash! Maybe she was planning on wringing its neck later but thought she’d save time and just let it garrote itself. As you do…