The Five Stages of Relationship Grief, According to Kelly Clarkson

I love Kelly Clarkson. Who doesn’t, really? If you’ve never sung “Since U Been Gone” at the top of your lungs or danced around the room to “Stronger,” I pity your poor, deprived soul.

Kelly is pretty much the go-to artist for empowering breakup anthems. And while a handful of her songs are love songs, the majority are about relationship angst.

Today, while listening to Kelly, it occurred to me that her songs could take you through the five stages of breakup grief. So, without further ado, here is your guide to grieving a relationship with the help of Kelly Clarkson.

Denial

 “Call Me”

Hoping when I get home
It’s all just been a bad dream
Then I’m not alone
And you aren’t gone

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Anger

 “Never Again”

I hope the ring you gave to her turns her finger green
I hope when you’re in bed with her, you think of me
I would never wish bad things, but I don’t wish you well
Could you tell by the flames that burned your words?

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Bargaining

 “Can We Go Back”

Can we go back to the way we used to be
Back to the butterflies
Staring deep in your eyes
Can we go back to how we used to be
Cause living and loving was easy
We gotta find a way to fool reality
And go back to the way we used to be 

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Depression

 “Behind These Hazel Eyes”

Now I can’t breathe

Now I can’t sleep

I’m barely hanging on

Here I am, once again
I’m torn into pieces
Can’t deny it, can’t pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won’t get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes 

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Acceptance

 “Sober”

Three months and I’m still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=me7GYlaliRE]

And once you move past acceptance to wow-I’m-so-much-better-off-without-you,

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In conclusion,
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Blah

I don’t quite know how to articulate what I’m feeling right now.

Sorry for how emo this sounds, but…do you ever feel like you’re doing everything wrong and can’t figure out how to get it right? Like you’re damned if you do, damned if you don’t with the choices you make? Like you made a mistake somewhere in your past that it’s too late to go back and fix or apologize for? Like you want to tell people how you feel but know that doing so will cause more problems than it will solve?

Yeah, you probably do. God knows that’s how I feel right now. And things really aren’t bad—I’m training for another half-marathon, chorus just started up again (and we’re singing Vivaldi’s Gloria in D, which I love), I’ve been doing a lot of fall baking (pumpkin tartlets, baked apples), and I like my job, although it certainly has its good days and its bad days.

But right now I just have this awful feeling of loneliness, in terms of both friendship and romance…and the even worse feeling that knows that the feeling of loneliness is entirely my fault.

Quote Wheels

Since high school, I have collected quotes. My senior year, I started keeping a list of quotes inside my locker. All kinds of quotes: song lyrics, quotes from books, lines from movies and TV shows, funny things my friends and relatives said, Bible quotes, cheesy sayings that resonated with me nonetheless. As the year went on, my friends gave me suggestions for what to include, and I added to it as I went.

Before college, as I was arming myself with dorm room decorations (including a poster from the first Harry Potter movie and another of Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”), I decided that I wanted to display the quotes in a more “artistic” way. So I got some white posterboard and skinny Crayola markers, traced a bowl on the posterboard, cut out a circle, and wrote out the quotes in a spiral. And thus the “quote wheel” was born!

(I’ve been meaning to write this post forever, by the way. It was Christiana Krump’s idea. She mentioned it in a comment almost three years ago!)

I just thought it would be a fun thing to hang up in my dorm room, but the friends I made throughout college LOVED it. And college lends itself to quotes—I mean, this was back in the days of AIM away messages, which were made for both melodramatic quotes and the funny things your friends say. So the quote wheels expanded, and eventually I made separate “BC quote wheels” made entirely of funny things my friends said.

Here are some notable quotables, and a glimpse at where my mind was at from the fall of 2001 to the spring of 2006:

Song Lyrics

“In the end, only kindness matters.”

-My high school yearbook quote, from “Hands” by Jewel

“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.”

-“Closing Time” by Semisonic—a standard quote for a graduating senior.

“Life is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans.”

-“Beautiful Boy” by John Lennon

Books

“You ever wonder what a Martian might think if he happened to land near an emergency room? He’d see an ambulance whizzing in and everybody running out to meet it, tearing the doors open, grabbing up the stretcher, scurrying along with it. ‘Why,’ he’d say, ‘what a helpful planet, what kind and helpful creatures.’ He’d never guess we’re not always that way; that we had to, oh, put aside our natural selves to do it.”

-from The Accidental Tourist by Anne Tyler

“It is our choices, Harry, that show who we truly are, far more than our abilities.”

-from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather loved in spite of ourselves.”

-from Les Miserables by Victor Hugo

Movies

“Talking about love is like dancing about architecture.”

-from Playing by Heart

“Thank God for the model trains, because if it wasn’t for those they wouldn’t have got the idea for the big trains.”

-from A Mighty Wind

“Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.”

-from Forrest Gump

TV Shows

“Joey takes naked pictures of us and then he eats chicken and he looks at them!”

-Rachel on Friends

“It’s like you took a gun and stabbed me in the back right in front of my eyes!”

-Shawn on Boy Meets World

“Never give up on a miracle.”

-Mulder to Scully on The X-Files

Funny things my friends/relatives say

“You should ask Caroline to show you her new breast.”

-My mom to my dad—our swim coach was showing my sister a new way to do breaststroke, and my mom didn’t realize how that sounded until I pointed it out to her.

Me: We get Easter Monday off…what is Easter Monday, anyway?
Caroline: I don’t know, I think it’s the day where everyone just kind of sat back and said, “Damn, that was a cool thing he did!”

“Damn, I would have been so cool if I had lived in the early nineties!”

-My sister (born in 1986)

Me Being Dumb

“Wow! There’s a big thing of ice!”

-Referring to a pond I saw in the distance from a mountaintop when I was skiing

“The most investigated performer…that must mean…he did something BAD!”

-Me reasoning my way through a Trivial Pursuit question

Cheesy Anonymous Quotes that Resonated Nonetheless

“Everything is always okay in the end, so if it’s not okay, it is not yet the end.”

“To the world you may be one person, but to one person, you may be the world.”

“Don’t criticize someone until you walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you do criticize them, you’ll be a mile away and have their shoes!” (Yes, I realize this one is grammatically incorrect.)

Miscellaneous Quotes

“Be who you are and say what you think because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”
-Dr. Seuss

“Sad. Nothing more than sad. Let’s not call it a tragedy; a broken heart is never a tragedy. Only untimely death is a tragedy.”

-Angela Carter

“People often say that this or that person has not yet found himself. But the self is not something that one finds. It is something that one creates.”

– Thomas Szasz

BC Quotes!

“There’s this girl in my philosophy class who has the same scarf as me except mine’s red and hers is blue, and I just want to go up to her and say, ‘Hey, we have the same scarf except mine’s red and yours is blue.”

“And on the seventh day, God COULDN’T rest…he created Oompa-Loompas!”

“Ben’s in Worcester and Dave’s in Washington and I gave up alcohol for Lent, so I have nothing and no one to do this weekend!”

Playlist of the Moment: Sad Broadway

Only three months and about five days until Les Mis! Have you gotten the picture yet about how excited I am for this movie?

 

Les Mis is a wonderful musical—but not, by any means, a comedy. Except for “Master of the House,” most of its songs are incredibly sad. But I was just thinking about it and realized that a lot of my favorite show tunes are the sad ones. So I decided to make a playlist of the best sad songs from musical theater, bookended with two of my favorite songs from Les Mis. Because sometimes, you just need a bit of “Wasn’t it good? Wasn’t he fine? Isn’t it madness he can’t be mine?” or “There’s a girl I know. He loves her so. I’m not that girl.” Enjoy!

Sad Broadway

1.       “I Dreamed a Dream” from Les Miserables

2.       “I Know Him So Well” from Chess

3.       “You Must Love Me” from Evita

4.       “The Last Night of the World” from Miss Saigon

5.       “Aldonza” from Man of La Mancha

6.       “Somewhere” from West Side Story

7.       “How Could I Ever Know” from The Secret Garden

8.       “I’m Not That Girl” from Wicked

9.       “Where Is Love” from Oliver!

10.   “I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face” from My Fair Lady

11.   “Without You” from Rent

12.   “It Might As Well Be Spring” from State Fair

13.   “Hopelessly Devoted to You” from Grease

14.   “Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again” from The Phantom of the Opera

15.   “Memory” from Cats

16.   “I Still Believe” from Miss Saigon

17.   “Send In the Clowns” from A Little Night Music

18.   “As Long As He Needs Me” from Oliver!

19.   “Back to Before” from Ragtime

20.   “On My Own” from Les Miserables

How How I Met Your Mother Made Me Cry

I’m probably going to be severely mocked for my next statement, but I’m going to make it anyway.

How I Met Your Mother has made me cry twice in the past five months.

I was a latecomer to this show—I didn’t start watching regularly until halfway through Season 5, and it’s now about to start its eighth season. Immediately, I started catching up with the show on DVD. While there are some sitcoms you can jump right into without watching from the beginning, this is not one of them.

For those of you who never got into the show, late or early, here’s a little background on it. HIMYM is one of the most narratively interesting shows on TV right now, full of flashbacks and flashforwards. The premise is that in the year 2030, Ted Mosby is telling his two teenaged kids the (very, very LONG) story of how he met their mother and all the crazy things that happened on the road there, including everything going on with his friends Marshall and Lily, respectively a lawyer and a kindergarten teacher who are engaged and later married; Barney, a slutty but weirdly charming (probably because he’s played by Neil Patrick Harris) playboy; and Robin, an ambitious TV reporter. We know from the first episode that the mother is not Robin, whom he dates for most of Season 2. We also get little clues along the way about who “the mother” is: she’s roommates with a girl Ted briefly dates, she’s at a bar on St. Patrick’s Day when Ted is also there and leaves behind a yellow umbrella which Ted takes home, when Ted accidentally walks into the wrong classroom on the first day as a professor she’s in that class, and they will someday meet at a wedding that we eventually find out is the wedding of Robin and Barney.

I’ve heard a lot of people say that the quality has declined as the show has gone on, which surprises me, because I don’t think that’s true at all—some episodes are better than others, but overall, I think the show is just as good as it’s always been. I love it for a lot of reasons—for one thing, I was always a big fan of Friends, and this show, also about a group of friends in New York, is the closest thing to Friends that’s currently on TV. I loved all of the main characters on Friends, and I love all five of these main characters, too. I also love how the show manages to capture succinctly so many truths about yuppiehood, coining phrases like “woo girl” and “revertigo.”

But I think a deeper reason why I love it so much is the feeling of hope that pervades it. No matter what happens to Ted, you know that in the end, he’s going to meet “the mother,” a woman he loves deeply and speaks of to his future children with obvious affection.

Which brings me to the two episodes that made me cry.

One was the season finale, where Marshall and Lily welcome their first child. As Ted muses about how his friends, whom he’s known since they did some stupid things in college, are now parents, he realizes that he himself is nowhere close to being a dad, and he doesn’t want it to be that way.

The other episode is an episode toward the end of the last season called “Trilogy Time.” It talks about how, since the year 2000, the guys have gotten together every three years to watch the Star Wars trilogy and imagine what their lives will be like three years in the future. The reality, of course, is always different. Ted, in 2009, thinks that if he hasn’t met his wife in three years, there’s something seriously wrong with him. When 2012 rolls around and he realizes that that still hasn’t happened, he thinks that something really is seriously wrong with him. But we see in the future that in 2015, Marshall and Barney good-naturedly complain about Ted bringing a girl to guys’ night, but are okay with it because “he loves her so much.” Then we see that the girl he brings to the trilogy watching isn’t his future wife, but his newborn daughter. And when they wonder if things will change much three years in the future, Ted says, “I hope not.”

Even upon second viewing, it made me tear up.

It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to see why. At twenty-eight, not only am I still single, I have always been single. I really am starting to think that there is something seriously wrong with me, and realizing that although I want so badly to be a mom, I’m nowhere close to being one.

I wish I had that reassurance that three years from now, everything is going to be so much better. Yes, I do realize that TV is not real life—I am not one of those people who justify their relationship decisions because it worked out for Carrie on Sex and the City (and yes, I know people who actually do that). But even though this show is fictional, somehow watching it makes me hopeful.

Incidentally, I found today, totally by accident, this 2006 article, which is excerpted from a book called The Unhooked Generation by Jillian Straus. Intrigued, I requested an interlibrary loan for the book and will hopefully be reading it soon.

Then I did some Googling and discovered that while Jillian Straus was researching that book, which stemmed from her and her friends’ frustrations at their inability to find a romantic partner, she met the man who became her husband. You can read their story here.

So I haven’t met my future husband yet—at least, I don’t think I have. But it’s a dream I’m never giving up on, because nothing sounds better to me than reacting to the idea that things will change in three years with, “I hope not.”

Two Weeks in August

Well, I’ve had a crazy couple of weeks—good-crazy, though. I spent a week in Dallas for my company’s national sales meeting, flew home, was home for about twelve hours, and then went back to the airport to go to DC, where Erin and I stayed with Jackie and hung out with Tiana and Pam. Here are some of the highlights from the past two weeks:

    • ·         I ate an insane amount of Tex-Mex and cheesecake in Dallas and drank a ridiculous amount of free alcohol.
    • ·         I learned that putting my right thumb on top when I cross my hands makes me “sexy” rather than “sneaky.”
    • ·         I toured Dallas Cowboys stadium with my work team. I admit that I wasn’t that excited about it when I first heard about it, but being out on the field in this HUGE stadium was actually pretty cool.
    • ·         I swam in a hotel pool that had a freaking swim-up bar! Best way ever to celebrate my sessions for the week being done.
    • ·         I crossed an item off my bucket list by riding an mechanical bull! And I have video evidence:
  • ·         I went to the Newseum with Erin and Jackie, where you can easily spend a whole day.
  • ·         Erin and I met Pam for lunch. Pam, after being surprised to hear that Dawson’s Creektook place in Massachusetts: “I don’t know things I should know.”
  • ·         Erin, Pam and I went to the Holocaust Museum, which was horrifying and intense.
  • ·         Then we decided to get pedicures, and Jackie was going to join us. After Jackie texted Erin to say that we should walk to 14thStreet, Erin said, “We’re on 7th. How far is it?” Jackie: “Well, it’s seven blocks.”
  • You know how sometimes when you’re not quite asleep, a weird thought enters your mind? Before bed, we saw a notice in Jackie’s apartment lobby that said that an exterminator was coming the next day. So, not quite dreaming, I thought, “What if the exterminator comes while Erin and I are still asleep and tries to exterminate us? Like, hmm, here are two rather large bugs?”
  • ·         The next day we met up with Tiana and went to the National Zoo, which was awesome and FREE. There were pandas!
  • ·         We also really wanted ice cream but couldn’t find any except what was in vending machines. Erin really wanted a chipwich but somehow the vending machine gave her Scribblers instead. The look on her face when she opened them was priceless.
  • ·         Then we went back to Tiana’s place to get her car and met her adorable (and HUGE) Tibetan mastiff, Kiro. He was very happy to make new friends and cuter than anything in the zoo!
  • ·         Then we drove up to Baltimore to see the Sox/Orioles game. The game didn’t go so well, but Camden Yards is a nice park! It was my first time seeing a Sox game anywhere other than Fenway.
  • ·      The next day Erin and I met up with my friend and former chorus buddy Amy, then headed to the airport to get ourselves back home.
Back to life now. Time to squeeze in as much summer-y goodness as I can before summer’s officially over!

Katie Recommends: Hymnal for Dirty Girls

So my friend Rebekah Matthews is kind of a big deal. And not just because she overanalyzes TV more than I do, is a mom to two adorable cats (including this one-eyed YouTube star), and sits next to me at work, which means she hears me swearing at my computer under my breath a lot. She’s also a ridiculously talented writer who has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and made Wigleaf Magazine’s list of Top 50 (Very) Short Fictions TWICE this year. Don’t believe me? Read a few of her published short stories here, here, and here, and tell me she’s not awesome.

So, you liked what you read? You’re in luck, because Rebekah’s first short story collection, Hymnal for Dirty Girls, was just published by Big Rodent. I got my copy in the mail today and it completely made my day!

Those three stories are in it along with one about a Mormon fashion blogger, one about the things teenage girls confess to each other, and one that awesomely begins, “Someone keeps leaving used condoms outside my apartment.” You can order the book here, and you definitely should!

Playlist of the Moment: The Summer Days at the Pool Mix

So I’ve been doing “Song of the Moment” for awhile now, but I’m going to add playlists to the mix. I’ve written before about how much I love making playlists, and now that I have Spotify, I can share some of them with you!

There’s some history behind this one. When I was a lifeguard at CS&T, we didn’t yet have any way to play iPods over the speakers (iPhones didn’t even exist yet!). Music made a long day of sitting in the hot sun go by faster, so we all made mix CDs to play while we guarded- we just had to make sure that all the songs were “club appropriate” with no inappropriate language or subject matter, since it was a family establishment with lots of little kids running around.

 

 

The Olympics are making me miss swimming, so I’m sharing the playlist that reminds me of my days at the pool. This playlist contains all the songs on the two mix CDs I made. Summer is moving along quickly, but every time I hear this playlist, I think of summer!

 

The Summer Days at the Pool Mix

 

CD 1

1. Tom Petty, “Freefallin”

2. Dexter Freebish, “Leaving Town”

3. Oasis, “Wonderwall”

4. Barenaked Ladies, “The Old Apartment”

5. The Killers, “Somebody Told Me”

6. Nina Gordon, “Tonight and the Rest of My Life”

7. Bob Dylan, “Blowin In the Wind”

8. Beth Hart, “Delicious Surprise”

9. Billy Joel, “Uptown Girl”

10. Bruce Springsteen, “Brilliant Disguise”

11. Cat Stevens, “The Wind”

12. Third Eye Blind, “Semi-Charmed Life”

13. Counting Crows, “Mr. Jones”

14. Deep Blue Something, “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”

15. The Beatles, “Across the Universe”*

16. Goo Goo Dolls, “Sympathy”

17. Maroon 5, “Sunday Morning”

18. Matchbox Twenty, “3 AM”

19. Sarah McLachlan, “Adia”

20. REM, “It’s the End of the World As We Know It”

21. Melissa Etheridge, “The Letting Go”

 

CD 2

1. Rick Springfield, “Jesse’s Girl”

2. Oasis, “Don’t Look Back in Anger”

3. Sister Hazel, “All for You”

4. Tal Bachman, “She’s So High”

5. U2, “Beautiful Day”

6. Third Eye Blind, “Jumper”

7. Vertical Horizon, “Best I Ever Had”

8. The Wallflowers, “Sleepwalker”

9. Counting Crows, “Goodnight Elisabeth”

10. Live, “I Alone”

11. Barenaked Ladies, “Call and Answer”

12. Guster, “Either Way”

13. Dave Matthews Band, “Best of What’s Around”

14. Billy Joel, “Tell Her About It”

15. David Gray, “This Year’s Love”

16. Dexy’s Midnight Runners, “Come On Eileen”

17. Shawn Mullins, “Lullabye”

18. Splender, “I Think God Can Explain”

 

*The Beatles are sadly not on Spotify, so I settled for Fiona Apple’s cover here.

 

How Not to Be a Snob

I feel like lately, I see more and more people copping to being some kind of “snob.” Music snobs. Beer snobs. Wine snobs. Book snobs. TV snobs. Food snobs. Fitness snobs. And the thing is, they don’t even say it in an embarrassed, yeah-I-know-I-shouldn’t kind of way. They’re proud to be snobs. They are proud to look down on others.

So it’s time to make something clear here.

It’s okay to have likes and dislikes. It’s okay to have opinions.

It is not okay to be a snob. Ever. For any reason.

This is especially relevant now that Aaron Fucking Sorkin has come out with a new show that’s been blasted for using the same kind of snobbery that pissed me off so much when he tried it with Studio 60. As usual, if you don’t like it, you’re too stupid to get it—or, despite being  a reporter for a major newspaper, you’re a silly “Internet girl.” The fact that so many people defend what he says and does is what makes posts like this necessary.

So how do you know if you’re a snob or just expressing your opinion? It’s pretty easy. Let’s have a brief primer on what kinds of snobs there are and the things they say:

The Music Snob

One of the most infuriating kinds. You know those people—the ones who look down on you as a person if you like that overplayed pop song or that indie band who went too mainstream. The ones who consider pensive indie rock or less-mainstream classic rock the only music that matters. The ones who will tell you how wrong you are for listening to what you’re listening to. And 90% of the time, music snobs are people with no musical talent themselves. But they’re so good at listening, you guys! Their ears are so discriminating!

What it’s okay to say: “I actually don’t really like them. That one song gets on my nerves.”

“I did like them, but now they’re starting to annoy me.”

 

What it’s not okay to say: “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand how anyone can listen to them.”

“See, this is what you shouldbe listening to.”

*eye roll* “Is this [non-snobby band]? Really?”

 

The Beer Snob

Here’s the thing: beer is inherently something not snobby. It’s the most popular alcoholic beverage in the world. Historically, it’s been a drink for the masses, for the common man. Some people don’t like it, but most people who aren’t teetotalers have tried it at some point.

So of course people felt like they had to invent reasons to feel superior for drinking beer. Microbrews! Craft beer! Light beer sucks! You’re an idiot for drinking Miller and Bud!

And the worst part is, they consume their pretentious obscure brew so fucking slowly, because they want to savor it and not, of course, because it actually tastes like crap, that it’s going to be awhile before they get so drunk they forget to keep putting up the snobby charade.

What it’s okay to say: “I don’t really like that beer…it tastes too watered-down to me.”

“Have you ever tried this? I’ve been getting into craft beer lately.”

What it’s not okay to say:  “I don’t know how you can drink that. You don’t think it tastes like shit?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t they have any good beer?”

The Wine Snob

This kind of snob has been around longer than the beer snob, and thankfully, it’s less culturally acceptable among people my age. You know exactly who these people are—people who, like the characters in Sideways, swirl the wine around in their glasses, stick their noses in to smell it before tasting, and go into monologues about the quality of the wine until people’s eyes glaze over. Save it for the country club dinner, dude.

What it’s okay to say: “I’ve been getting into wine tasting lately. It’s really interesting!”

 

What it’s not okay to say: Pretty much anything else. No one cares.

The Book Snob

Here’s where I should make something clear: there is a difference between snarking on something you don’t like and snarking on the people who enjoy that thing. On the TV front, I used to be a big fan of Television Without Pity, and on the book front, there’s nothing wrong with making fun of a particularly cringeworthy book. A few years ago, the Twilight series was the snark of choice, and now it seems like every other post on my Google Reader is about how much Fifty Shades of Gray sucks—Lorraine’sposts are especially funny. (For the record, I have never read Twilight or Fifty Shades of Gray and don’t plan to.)

What’s not okay is making fun of the people who read those books—stereotyping them, insulting their intelligence—or telling people that they shouldn’t read it, like Joel Stein did with young adult books. I’ve seen a lot of photos begging people not to read Fifty Shades of Gray. But my feeling about this, which I’ve expressed before, is that at least they’re reading something—in an age when books have never been more threatened, why would you want to discourage people from reading?

What it’s okay to say: “Oh, my God, [plot point or badly written phrase] is so ridiculous.”

What it’s not okay to say: “Don’t listen to her—she’s just some idiot who likes Twilight.”

The TV Snob

This is an unusual one because it has nothing to do with what the snob likes and everything to do with what the snob dislikes: reality TV, Two and a Half Men, and sometimes just TV in general. It’s funny—people don’t generally get snobby about watching critically acclaimed shows like Mad Men, Breaking Bad, Boardwalk Empire, etc., but certain people will make sure to let you know what they think of you watching American Idol or Jersey Shore. I don’t think they realize that most people aren’t actually taking their reality shows that seriously. And if you’re one of those people who uses that tone to inform people that you don’t watch TV…um, kindly shut the fuck up. Contrary to what you may think, this makes you less interesting, not more.

 

What it’s okay to say: “I actually don’t have a TV. I just decided there were other things I’d rather spend my money on than cable.”

“I don’t really like reality shows. They’re all so staged.”

 

What it’s not okay to say: “Um, I don’t watch TV.”

“Um, I don’t watchreality shows.”

“You actually like that show?”

 

The Food Snob

There are about a million varieties of this one. There are the snobs who won’t eat in chain restaurants. The snobs who don’t eat junk food and make sure to let you know what they think of people who do. The snobs wholook down on you for eating meat. The snobs who look down on you for not eating organic. The snobs who look down on you for eating the healthy diet that you’re not forcing on anyone else.

Who really cares? This is a why-can’t-we-all-just-get-along kind of thing. You eat what you like, I’ll eat what I like, if we’re eating together we’ll figure out together what works for us. It’s really quite simple.

What it’s okay to say: “I don’t really like that restaurant. What about this one instead?”

“I’ve been trying to eat healthier—I found some really great organic recipes!”

What it’s not okay to say: “That is not food. How can you eat that?”

“You like Domino’s? Have you never had any other kind of pizza before?” (Side note: a friend of a friend actually said this to me once, and I kind of wanted to smack him.)

 

The Fitness Snob

So you work out. Great! You should be working out! You’re an inspiration to us all! But for the love of God, we do not need to hear about how much you work out and how we should all be doing it, too. Not everybody likes yoga or running or strength training. And those of us who do aren’t necessarily willing to run five miles at 6AM every day and then work out again at night. (So that I don’t sound bitter, I need to clarify that I’ve run two half marathons and am not averse to working out, just to hearing about how much other people do.) If someone asks you for workout tips, you give them—otherwise, you say nothing.

 

What it’s okay to say: “I’m really getting into running lately. It’s kind of addictive!”

“I’m really liking yoga. I feel great after I do it.”

What it’s not okay to say: “Oh, I feel so great after running five miles before work, like I do every day. Have you been working out lately?”

“The world would be a better place if everyone did yoga.” (I’ve mentioned this before, but someone actually said this to me at a party once.)

The Snobby Snob

Most people know better than to be this kind of snob, but some people have managed to surprise me. I had a roommate who went to Cornell and, like Andy on The Office, mentioned it every two seconds. His family had money and in his mind, anyone who didn’t come from a liberal, educated, East Coast background was probably stupid. The 2008 Democratic National Convention happened not long after I moved in, and when we watched this guy speak, after his great mention of how “we need a president who puts Barney Smith before Smith Barney,” my roommate said, “There’s no way he came up with that line himself.”

Yeah. I’m not even going to give examples of what to say and what not to say because, frankly, everyone should already know that.

I’m sure there are plenty of other kinds of snobs I haven’t mentioned. What other kinds of snobby things do people say that they shouldn’t?

She Has Emerged!

Hi, blog world! Yes, I’ve been MIA for awhile, and it’s been even longer since I posted anything of substance. But never fear- substance is coming soon! And the good news is that I haven’t been posting simply because I’ve been busy having a life- attending a wedding, visiting friends in California, celebrating my twenty-eighth birthday, etc.

For now, though, here’s a picture of Juno, my roommate’s flat-coated retriever. When you can’t post anything substantial, you can never go wrong with a cute animal.