29 January 2010

Me? A Fashion Expert?

Well, probably not. I don't want to be. I don't care enough. I do however, hate that boys wear skinny jeans. Hello? Can we say gay? I'll let you read the post.

Turns out, that is the single most influential post I've written. Seriously. At least that's what Google Analytics tells me. 37 people have come to my site from searching about boys and skinny jeans. This is out of 51 visits from google searches. That makes it 74% of the people that use google to access my site come for that blog. Insane.

2 people that searched wikipedia found me. I tried to duplicate this, and I didn't show up on the first page. So I don't know how that happened.

My daily visits are up. I'm hoping this is because I'm blogging more. I still think my "unique visitor" count is too high, I'm hoping that averages itself out over time. Though if it doesn't, oh well. Right?

On this note: 188 visitors only came once. (Sad. Come back! Also: 66% of my visitors haven't come back. *tear*) 12 people have returned 9-14 times since I started this game. And only 1 person has come back 15-25 times.

I need more repeat visitors. Get to work people!

(I promise not to blog about my stats regularly. I hate blogs like that. I just find it really amusing that people find me for my rant about boys and skinny jeans, don't you?)

My Blogging Life is Complete

The Boob Nazi commented on my blog. :)

28 January 2010

Wikipedia is Amazing.

I just happened to sign on to facebook while at work. My sister-in-law had posted that J.D. Salinger had passed on. To be honest: all I knew about him was that he'd written Catcher in the Rye. So I went to wikipedia for a little more information on a man I knew so little about.

His death had already been recorded.

My news feeds are not that fast. Crazy people. :)

What I didn't realize, was that he was still alive. So when I first read the announcement, I thought "Really? I thought he was already dead." Oh, uneducated me. You really can't fault me though, (I suppose you could...) most American authors that are forced upon you in high school are dead. And we didn't spend much time on their lives anyhow. Other things I learned about him: he was reclusive. This makes me love him all the more. I hate authors that live for the spotlight. I enjoy when they go into hiding because "they never thought anyone would read their drivel." Or something along those lines. Makes me comforted to know that there are still people that just write what they want to and have no expectations of fame. They just want to write what they want to write....audience be damned!

So, rest in peace, dear friend. Your book touched my life.

26 January 2010

Modesty Be Damned?

Recently, my friend sent me a link on our forum about modesty and girls. A reader had sent in a question to the 100 Hour Board talking about his issues with woman's fashion. (side note: that link does not take you to the question I'm discussing...just to the page in general.) In a nutshell, he thinks that even if a girl isn't showing cleavage, she's being immodest if too much of her "upper chest" area is exposed. He also claims that this leads to impure thoughts in men. Clearly, the girl's fault.

Hold up. I get sick of men writing in to BYU's paper or anywhere claiming that the way women dress is to blame for impure thoughts in the menfolk. I thought we were all free agents? In a sense, mind you. When did I (or any girl) become responsible for your shortcomings?

Don't we believe that "...men are free according to the flesh...they are free to choose liberty and eternal life...or to choose captivity and death..." (2 Nephi 2:27). And further we believe that "men will be punished for their own sins..." (Second Article of Faith). Now, I know that I cut that last one without finishing its thought. (Which is "...and not for Adam's transgressions.") But, I maintain that if we are not held responsible for his sins, we won't be held responsible for anyone's sins, but our own.

Choosing to dress immodestly does not make the girl responsible for the impure thoughts of the men around her. I'm sorry, I will never believe that it does. She has no real control over what a man thinks, only he does. She might act as a catalyst for the initial "hey......" moment, but he is ultimately in control of his thoughts and can put a stop to them. It might not be easy, but he can....and should.

This is not to say that girls should dress however they want. Modesty is going to be the better option. (Even the best option.) Like I mentioned, dressing immodestly will trigger a natural man reaction. Girls do need to be aware of that, but it's (again!) not their responsibility if the guy can't control his thoughts.

Lastly, what of the men? Why don't they have lengthy discussions of modesty thrust down their throats? You might say, "cuz girls aren't visually stimulated like men are" but I would disagree. We might be less so, but we have eyes, and they do see. I admit, that when a man in a nicely cut pair of pants walks by, I take notice. I may even rate it on a scale of 1 to 10. Is this his fault for putting on "suggestive" pants? No. I have the ability to stop, and I do stop it before it moves from a playful rating game to something more inappropriate.

Bottom line boys: man up. You have control over yourself, and nothing a girl does will prevent you from having impure thoughts if you're not in control.

25 January 2010

I Might Need to Seek Help.

Billie Joe Armstrong is by far the sexiest man alive. I know I've mentioned this before, but I felt it needed repeating. To quote a blog I found whilst searching for an appropriate picture of him to put up,
"Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day is the Sexiest Man Alive. With his floppy hair, eyeliner, small stature, and the best known punk growl and snarl in the business he is walking sex......and the fact that he's married to his lifelong love, has 2 children he takes on tours, and also finds time to be a political activist, supporting both the NRDC and Obama.....Billie lives up to the most commonly found slogans: Billie Joe is God and Billie Joe turns straight men gay."
Or turn a girl into a fan of skinny jeans on men. One or the other. I might point out here, that his wife is pretty smokin'. Not surprising really, just thought I'd put that out there.

What makes this obsession even more disturbing: today at Maverick I nearly swooned over a guy that looked like Billie Joe. He had 1" gauges in each ear, and that was not enough to deter me. Not that I asked for the guy's number, or left him mine. But I was schoolgirl-awkward for the entire interaction. Pa-thetic.

I suppose I should get used to it. I'm sure there will be plenty more awkward moments with men that remind me of Billie Joe.

Seriously? He's a rock god.

Told you she was smokin', I don't lie. Anyway. I'm done.

A Little More Michel For Everyone

I don't eat bagels. Bagels are like glue in your intestines and ensure that everything that enters your body will remain there until you die.
I love me some Michel.

Looooooook at it.......

Don't stop looking just to read what I'm writing. I didn't tell you that you could stop looking.

Well, It's my 90th post, 10 away from the great 100th! And do I have something great planned for you! You're welcome.

22 January 2010

Thoughts for the Day

Brought to you by Michel of Gilmore Girl Fame:

"Look, I've had my peace with the fact that everyone who calls here is a notch above brain dead, and that the pennies I am thrown each week are in exchange for me dealing with these people in a nonviolent manner. And usually that is fine, but today, sorry lady, I have ennui."

"People are particularly stupid today. I can't talk to any more of them."

Have a great weekend! Next post will be about DUCKS!!

05 January 2010

A Haiku

CaraCara Orange
Sweet nectar of gods above
Winter happiness.

04 January 2010

Flying High

I love sitting next to the window on flights. You miss so much when you sit on an aisle, imo. During my flight to visit my family, I took an aisle seat due to ease of accessibility; it was a boring flight. Saturday, I flew home from vacation and sat next to the window.

As I watched my beloved home town go from life-size to ant-size, I marvelled at how it looks like my dad's train set. If, of course, you were to view it only from above. I looked down on cars driving to wherever, and thought "they don't know anyone is watching them...creepy." I continued to watch as the mountains rolled out beneath me, swathed in white. It was beautiful...white snow blanketed the whole landscape below. I was finally able to locate the road upon which I tend to drive, and that made me happy. I, now, want to find all those non-driven (by me) roads and see where they take me. My eyes would follow them until they disappeared. They were easier to spot as they cut their way through all the white, so it was easy to dream about following them.

I also looked down upon clouds. Does any one else wish they could jump into the clouds? I know they won't support me, I know they lack any semblance of being solid...but I long to run around in them/on them and just be in them. They look so soft and inviting!

Anyway, random yellow musings from my flight home.