Ahmusings

The 98% humorous musings of M. Lizabeth Currain

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Let’s Just Agree

We are all going to have to agree that this guy easily has the most boring, try-hard, obnoxious profile on OkCupid.The best part: He didn’t even put pictures of himself up! But don’t worry, he’s “not a troll.” I’m sorry, but if you are going to be on a dating site, just put up a picture. The fact that you don’t have one up doesn’t make you more appealing. It makes me think you’re an idiot. Give me a break. You’re so cool and handsome that you can’t put up a picture because you want to keep some things private? You do know you’re on an internet dating site, correct? What is wrong with people? Can’t they just be normal? Well, I’m going to break this profile down for you all. And since he doesn’t have any pictures up, I don’t really see the harm in cutting and pasting his profile into this post. Because he’s the worst. My comments are the bold/italicized gems.

metadatacontrol

33 / M / Straight / Single

My self-summary
First things first, no photo…wtf? Here’s the deal, I’m retracting a bit from the long scary fingers of the internet (see: You are not a Gadget by Jaron Lanier). But I promise I’m not a troll and might even be good looking. Damn good looking. Oh, and humble. (if you are that concerned about being on the internet…don’t create an online dating profile. It’s weird. And makes you seem desperate for attention.)

Ok, now that’s outta the way.

After too many fits and starts with this sucker, I’m just going to lay out an ideal day. If you’re with me by the end, we will most certainly click:

Sleep to a reasonable hour. First thing: Coffee. Serious coffee. (“Serious coffee”, because that makes me seem unique and women like unique.)

Stroll to the local brunch spot with my best girl on my arm. Order the usual, and yeah, drink some more Joe, its not as good as what I have at home, but it will do just fine. (To be honest, he lost me with the first sentence  in this part. I mean. Come on! I bet he wears boat shoes, with chinos that are tight and rolled at the ankle. And he wears a long-sleeved madras shirt but rolls the sleeves up. And probably a stupid hat. JUST A GUESS.)

Taking it easy, we meander on home. The sun is high and there’s not a cloud up there, so we decide that today is a perfect day for a long ride. We’ll cruise all the way down to Coney Island and around and about Brooklyn, hitting all of those places we haven’t been in forever. Nothing too crazy, but a good sweat will be worked up nonetheless. (Christ all mighty. Even things that sound normal, end up sounding terrible.)

Once back in the hood, quality pub-grub and a cold beer hit the spot. Perfect. Well fed and well exercised, we part ways and cruise back to our respective apartments. After a short but exceedingly hot shower, it’s time to get back to business. You see, there’s a really out-there but supposedly incredible band that I’ve been wanting to check out, and it being NYC, they’re playing tonight. (This day just keeps getting worse. A “really out-there but supposedly incredible band”? Barf.)

We re-convene at the club and get ready to have our ears stretched and challenged. Unfortunately, it turns out these guys really kind of suck (or at least are having a very off night). Oh well. At least it was a free show. Damn. So we head to the nearest dive and over some whiskey (neat, thanks) we laugh about the awful music to which we were just subjected. (Free show in a club? Right. LIES! And wait, why are you saying thanks? Did I just have to buy your whiskey for you? And what is it with all of you and whiskey?! If all your friends were jumping off a bridge, would you jump too?! And I bet he liked that shitty band even though they sucked. But he didn’t want to seem lame, so he had to pretend it was terrible.)

Blowing out of there, we end up at a warehouse party in some industrial Neverland part of Brooklyn. And the DJ rocks. Like really rocks. It’s one of those nights where 3 hours on the dance floor floats by like nothing, we run into some friends we haven’t seen in ages (what are you doing here?!), and stumble back onto the street just before the sun starts to come up. (When I read this part I clawed my face off. I am having a hard time imagining anything worse than being at a warehouse party with a guy in boat shoes who says things like, “what are you doing here?” Obviously they are there to fucking dance you idiot. Jesus.)

Somehow we make it back to my place. After another hot shower (this one not quite so short), we crash out in each other’s arms, the echoes of the day fading into a delicate blur. (What a wad, seriously.)

Ahhh…sweet NYC. (He must be new in town.)

What I’m doing with my life

See above. And… (You mean that wasn’t a joke?)

By day, I do nifty things involving large, heavy electronic equipment with lots of flashing lights and spinning disks. It’s pretty cool and keeps me on my toes. By night I make heady, rather experimental electronic music of the decidedly not cheesy variety. Its a good mix. (Just say you are a DJ. Or a musician. Stop being so vague, you asshole.)

Otherwise, I like try to bike, hike, and get-down as much as possible, both in and out of town.

I’m really good at

Sometimes, I’m incredibly insightful. Other times, I’m an asshole. (I’m guessing by “other times” he means “all the time.”

Just like you.

The first things people usually notice about me

My amazing good looks and daring intellect. Obviously. (Oh look, he’s trying to be funny. But we know he actually means this. He might be a psychopath.)

Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food

Shouldn’t this be a part of the first date? Besides, I’m horrible at favorites. So let’s go one answer each of current interests:

Books: Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame – Bukowski (I bet he carries it in his back pocket.)
Movies: Repulsion. (Roman Polanski is kind of a fucker, but wow.) (At least he can separate the art from the artist? Can’t these people ever just say they like Kindergarten Cop or something? Why do they always have to prove how deep they are with their movie choices?)
Shows: nope. (Oh look. He thinks he’s too good for tv! Well guess what!? You’re not impressing anyone by saying you don’t watch tv. In fact, this makes you seem even more terrible, if that’s even possible.)
music: Tom Waits and old stuff, mostly. (Old stuff, because I’m an old soul.)
Food: yes.(I’m actually surprised he didn’t list every foreign cuisine he’s ever had.)

The six things I could never do without

Bicycle, Music, Sex (let’s be honest here), toothbrush, and at least 2 of my 5 senses. (I can’t really harp on this, because this question is pretty much bullshit anyways.)

I spend a lot of time thinking about

I think I’ve pretty well covered all of that, but add synthesizers. I am a total synth-geek.(Did he actually cover anything?)

On a typical Friday night I am

Sorting out the mysteries of the universe or elbow deep in culture of some-type. (“Elbow deep in culture”? Are you fucking serious? Going to a “warehouse dance party” only makes you elbow deep in assholes, asshole.)

The most private thing I’m willing to admit

I like a little kink in my coffee. (Wait, did he just admit he’s an alcoholic?)

You should message me if

NYC hasn’t burnt-out your creativity. You like to ride or at least aren’t opposed to the idea. You crave good coffee and strong whiskey. Ahh, and being cute doesn’t hurt either.(I think craving good coffee and strong whiskey is weird. Am I supposed to be dependent on it? Also, why do I have to be cute? You didn’t even post a picture!)

I seriously hate this guy. Hate him. I mainly hate him because OkCupid says we have a 93% match rate. Like what the fuck OkC?! I obviously am A) Too good for this guy and B) Not a complete asswipe. Why can’t you match me with someone who doesn’t want to take me to a warehouse party, where he forces me to do lines of coke off of his dick, and then hacks my body into pieces? YOUR ALGORITHM IS OFF.

Your Friday Night Barf Inducer

Everything I hate, all in one person.

You all are going to hate me after this post. It’s okay, I already hate myself.

When I got home from work today, I decided against doing laundry and instead decided to catch up on the Jersey Shore episode I missed last night. Go ahead and judge me, but I never thought I would love that show as much as I do. I even like Ron and Sam this season…mainly because they are hardly ever on camera. And we can all just go ahead and agree that “The Situation” is the worst person on that show. What’s with the way he walks? It’s like he is walking around while pinching a penny with his ass. I don’t get it. Also Vinny and Pauly D are amazing. The three of us need to hang out. The best part about that is, they will still be able to use the acronym ‘MVP’, because I’m the ‘M’! IT’S MY DESTINY.

But this isn’t why I’m here this evening. When I was on MTV’s website, they have a little section on the side for “Hot Videos”. Since I’m an old lady and don’t know anything about what kids who only have access to MTV are listening to, I took a gander. At the very bottom was a link to the video “Vans On” by some Vanilla Ice looking idiot. My initial feeling on just the title of the song was, “Christ, another fucking song about Vans?” Turns out I was correct! Apparently he likes to, “fuck ’em with his Vans on.” OH GOD THIS SONG AND VIDEO IS SO TERRIBLE.

First of all, I don’t think dropping every dated pop culture reference you can think of into your ‘rap’ (I’m using the term loosely)  makes you a) relevant or b) interesting. Major Payne? David Blaine? Fresh Prince? You were barely functioning during the 90s T. Mills, so shut up about it!

Second of all, what is up with his look? Neck tattoos, check. Gauged ears, check. Awful hair, check. Baggy skinny jeans, check. This kid is basically a walking nightmare. I say if you’re going to have a neck tattoo, you might want to reign in some of the awful parts about your appearance. I don’t want to offend people who have invested in neck tattoos, so just know that I go on a case by case basis for judging people and I’ve judged this putz to beawful.

Remember the whole, lesbians who look like Justin Bieber thing? Well, I have a sneaking suspicion that “Lesbians who look like T. Mills” might be taking off pretty soon.

Of course I couldn’t stop myself from going further down the rabbit hole. His twitter, not surprisingly is terrible. I think he was trying to get a trend going with #replacefilmtitleswithvagina. And of course girls were tweeting their versions at him. Ladies! Stop! He is not worth tweeting at! Have you heard his music? Have you seen his grammar? Stop wasting your precious time and go study something! Oddly enough, the picture he uses as a background on his twitter page isn’t unlike what my head did when I saw this next video.

No, you heard correctly. He did say, “You so scandalous but damn that pussy glamorous.”

I am getting so much use out of this gif.

The kid is 22! How much could he possibly know about vaginas? And how does a vagina become ‘glamorous’? How is this achieved? Does it get a blowout? Does it wear Gucci shades and carry an Hermes bag? Is the vajazzling done exclusively at Bvlgari? Does it only go to the most exclusive parties? I DON’T UNDERSTAND PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS TO ME.

He must be stopped. We can’t allow him to become some anti-Bieber convincing young girls to glamorize their vaginas. Not on my watch.

I apologize for ruining your Friday night.

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Aliza Licht’s Reveal is Definitely the Worst ‘It Gets Better’ Video of All Time.

In dishonor of New York Fashion Week (Feb 9th-16th) I am going to be sharing some fashion related thoughts with all of you throughout the week. As a note, I have a degree in Fashion Design and spent some time working for various fashion companies. It was the worst. I continue to have opinions about fashion, the main one being: Seriously, what the fuck are you wearing? So for the next week don your best headband and enjoy the ride.

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In the worst coming out story you’ll hear this week (straight ladies can’t do anything right), Aliza Licht, senior vice president for global communications at Donna Karan International, has revealed herself as the woman behind @DKNY’s DKNY PR Girl. It only took the New York Times about four months to notice, letting everyone know how slow of a news day it actually was.

“I CAME out on YouTube,” said Aliza Licht, who until recently was known to her legion of Twitter fans only as DKNY PR girl. “Of course, where else would you come out?”

How quaint! YouTube, the internet cat theater, is finally doing some good. I’m sure all 380,000 of her followers bought tickets for the midnight showing of the most self aggrandizing Twitter unveiling of our century.

“Seated at the Four Seasons lobby the other day (her pick for the roaring fireplace), Ms. Licht pondered her next steps. “I’ve never thought of myself as a public person,” she said.”

Really, you never thought of yourself as a public person? Interesting how the word “public” comes right before the word “relations.” Also, Twitter? Really? You’re not a public person, but you’re sharing every detail of your career and how you enjoyed a squished cake pop? Stop trying to sound modest; everyone knows your Fashion 2.0 Award for Best Twitter and Best Blog is practically a Pulitzer.

The whole article is barf-worthy. Let me just pull out some of my favorite quotes:

“Ms. Licht, a 37-year-old mother of two, grew up in the Five Towns area of Long Island, with dreams of becoming a plastic surgeon. It took a summer internship at a hospital to relieve her of that notion. “I can’t wear scrubs every day,” she said, throwing her head back and laughing. “I love fashion too much.'”

I love when people say things like, “I love fashion too much” as a reason to why they can’t or won’t do something. “Oh, I could never be a mathematician, I just love fashion too much.” Yeah, that’s the reason why could never be a mathematician. I know she is trying to sound charming and relatable in this piece about her, but she coming off as some sort of prententious try-hard.

“Her online voice comes across as girlie and intimate (morning routine, weekend mani-pedis and “Gossip Girl” critiques) but knowledgeable. She’ll discuss inner workings under the hashtag #PR101, as in “Attention to detail is everything. The wrong colored binder clip can destroy your presentation.'”

Yes, just what we need more of: grown women adopting a girlie facade in order to get people to pay attention to her. I understand wanting to produce something that makes people feel like they are a close part of your life, but you can do that without undermining your credibility as a professional/grown ass woman. She’s obivously worked very hard for the position that she has and it would be nice for those tweets to reflect that. Instead of hearing how “Listening to @MissJennaB place our 20 person sushi order just now was the most painful thing I have done all day.” Really, that’s the most painful thing you’ve done all day? You’re the VP for Global Communications! Surely you have responsibilities that are equally as painful as listening to a sushi order.

‘”The friends you make on Twitter are real relationships'”

I’m sure they are. I’ve met all my best, fake friends through the internet.

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