Living

I’ve always thought of romance novels as fairly harmless. Gross, yes. But dangerous? Not quite. Is this naïve? Because a recent article on a Utah news radio site (via GalleyCat) has gained attention for suggesting that romance novels are as addictive as pornography.

Why does Katy Perry always have her finger in her mouth? Why does Rihanna seem more like a pricey dominatrix who sings than a performer? And what the heck is Lady Gaga? All three stars make no bones about using sex to sell their music. But a UK music executive is asking if the current crop of female pop stars aren't just falling for a cringe worthy musical trend that puts the ability to sell sex above talent.

I like designer bags but I don’t necessarily like baggage. Not the “ex” kind of baggage. At my age, it’s more likely than not that anyone I would date/end up with has baggage. It's a term I don’t like because when you find the right guy, his baggage doesn’t seem so much like “baggage” as it does a “pretty package.”

I saw the endochrinologist yesterday, and although I went in hoping to leave with answers, I walked out with more questions, more fears, and more worries about my health.

I’ll admit it: I can be a jerk. When I run into an acquaintance (sometimes even a friend) that has lost a lot of weight I often experience a pang of jealousy. Suddenly, my pants feel very tight and I’m conscious of the fact that I still haven’t lost that frosh fifteen (I graduated in 2001…)