Happy Tuesday, honeys! Ok, let’s get to it. This is so not what I wanted to start off with today, but life throws you curveballs…
I’m officially imposing a moratorium on all break-ups in NYC that involve the following components (yes, this is the SECOND BREAK-UP TO OCCUR ‘NEATH MY WINDOW SILL IN THREE DAYS):
- Occurring between the hours of 1am and 6am;
- Occurring on the street, immediately beneath my window, while I slumber;
- Involving unnecessary, sustained raising of the voice… because, I mean, really, that doesn’t solve anything. It just makes everyone angrier;
- Being over – but not limited to – the following topics: video games and living in your mom’s apartment.
Yes, for #4 it’s just those two topics. Because that’s what two fools were arguing about last night between the hours of 1am and 4am. Oh, how do I know that the argument ended abruptly at 4am? Simple. Because that’s when I opened the window and kindly said to them, “… maaaybe it’s time for another corner? Seriously, you guys, IT’S 4AM.”
True story. And then I never got to sleep after that because that’s what you get when you live on an avenue in NYC.
Ok, moving on.
Y’know what I love about The Bachelor, you guys? It just seems like such an organic process. You know? You get the feeling that they’re really getting to know one another.
You guys, last night was everything I feared AND MORE.
I watched all The Bachelor episodes last night. I think there were approx. 15 of them. (Or maybe it just felt like sitting through 15 shows, because yaaaawn.) Anyway, I caught them all, and so did my honey. And, six minutes into the finale, I already had a paragraph written for this post. Truthfully, I could write a novella today. But I’m not going to. Because to be honest, I am so sick of it all. So I’m gonna talk a little about the things that REALLY PISSED ME OFF, and then I have a different direction in which I’m taking this…
Here’s a fun interaction from the finale that didn’t at all signify there would be relationship issues ahead. Noooo, not at all! No warning signs here!
Emily: “I want to make sure, before you decide, before you potentially ask me to marry you, I don’t feel like there’s anything you don’t know.”
Brad: [blank stare... ] “I’m having a hard time breathing right now.”
Emily: “I just need to make sure you know what you’re getting into.”
Brad: [blank stare... ] “I don’t know. Can I grab some water… I don’t know… I…”
Tip of the iceberg, folks. Tip. of. the. friggin’. ICEBERG.
Intro level psych could tell- heck, a newborn baby could tell you that they were headed for trouble. Because anyone who chooses a relationship with someone like Brad is headed for trouble. I don’t know where his troubles with his father end and his dbaggyness begins, but I think they’re both very much to blame for his utter lack of ability to feeeeeeeel.
(By the way, to be fair, the blank stare was a hallmark of every sentence uttered by Mr. Womack.)
On a final Bachelor note… what’s so wrong with dinner and a movie? Huh? Does that not measure love properly enough, Bradley? No? Dark water and shark attacks are your measuring stick? I get that you’re pressured by the network to have interesting dates, but, I dunno, you seemed really into challenging these ladies to be excessively adventurous, to make sure they could handle life with you.
Thing is… last time I checked, you were SUPER. BORING.
Ok, enough. It’s enough already. I’m endorsing this entire season by writing so much about it. Instead of ranting any longer, I’m going to take it in that “different direction” I mentioned earlier.
Often, we can lose sight of what we ultimately really want in life. We can get caught up in the race to “win;” to be the best, to wear the best, to win the best (i.e.; winning The Bachelor), and so on. Emily “won” what she thought was the man of her dreams, but, sadly, he turned out to be a very different person in real life. Based on what was easily perceived as her strong hesitance to answer Chris’ question of whether she sees herself marrying him, we can tell that things aren’t well. Hell, she straight up stated that things aren’t all roses in that relationship. They both claimed it’s a “volatile relationship.” “We have knock down drag out fights on the phone AND in person.” WHAT????? Not healthy. I don’t think I need to go on about how badly this all turned out, in REAL reality.
Similarly, in choosing a wedding dress, we have to keep in mind the bigger picture; our goal for our Big Day. Do we want to wear the latest, the best, the “Bachelor” of wedding gowns? Or, do we want to focus on what fits our personality and our body type. Just because it’s hot-right-now doesn’t mean it’s our ‘best-fit.’ I can tell you that I, as a tween, used to want to wear the trends, like most of us growing up. I didn’t understand the concept of ‘best fit;’ I understood the concept of ‘what my friends will like’ and ‘what my friends won’t make fun of me for’ and that always amounted to the trendiest clothing of the month. (This was a lot of… sigh… Abercrombie & Fitch. I know, I know.)
Anyway, only later, in my late high school/early college years did I finally begin to understand the importance of fit and body type vs. societal fashion trends.
Changed my world, you guys. Positively changed my world. Changed how photogenic I was, too.
I find that Elie Saab‘s Spring Couture 2011 Collection is everything a girl could want, and more. Elie Saab’s focus is on the feminine form, and you guys know how much I stalk designers who make that their enduring focus. I think Elie Saab designs clothes that flatter, and bring attention to the right areas of a woman’s physique, across the spectrum of body types. There truly is a dress for everyone. Elie Saab’s line, as always, is not excessively trendy or extreme; on the contrary – the line is simple, fitted and lovely. I’d sleep in it if I could.
Wait, I think that one needs a closer look ↴
This one, too ↴
For those of us with an unusually small waist and a desire to slut it up a little ↴
↑ Yup, that’s Mila Kunis’ gown. Does she have great taste, or does she have great taste? Eh? Eh?
For the girl who wants a little bit o’ sexy, but a WHOLE LOTTA ruffled ↴
For the woman who’s not only fashion conscious, but also the teensiest bit self conscious, this one’s got the perfect elegant covered upper torso ↴
Want to shop the look? Visit Elie Saab.
By the way, it’s “Brad and me” when you’re ending a sentence, not “Brad and I,” entire cast of this season of The Bachelor. (Sorry, that one’s been bothering me for months.)
Ok, that was a lot. We touched on reality tv, relationships, street corner breakups and DELICIOUS FASHION.
Soooo…. I guess my question is, do you think Emily and Brad are going to work out? And if you didn’t watch The Bachelor finale, do you totally love these dresses? :)
xoxo! – Alison