Nina vs The World

(First, I'd like to thank MackDiva over at  http://excerptsfromthediaryofadiva.blogspot.com/  for my inspiration for my next post. MackDiva.. take this as a courtesy call. Phone a friend. A collect call. Like when you're in jail, and you can't afford telling your parents, so you trust that one friend and beg them to never tell anyone that you got caught peeing by the roadside at night . ) Ring Ring... Herro Mack Diva. It's your savior calling. I'm sorry I forgot to clothe in translucent robe, but I didn't have time to send my seamstress a sowin'.  I'm not trying to be Dear Abby here, Dr. Phil pseudoscience, or even remotely logical. But I just read that last blog post and my sense of duty tugged at my heartstrings. Er.. at my ice-pump strings. I normally watch people train wreck their lives every day and sit back and laugh, then blog about it- in that precise order. However, I've read a lot of your stuff- and you seem like a pretty nice, normal...

Don't you hate it when you're out somewhere and there seems to be someone who speaks unnecessarily loud for the sake of sounding important, commanding attention, or appealing the public in their self indulgence? This letter goes out to all people who think complete strangers care about their career any more than they care for Lyme disease. Dear Obnoxious Businessman,       What a pleasure it is to find myself in the same restaurant as you. Its not every day one gets to overhear the fantastic dynamics of your average successful businessman. After all, imagine how devoid my life would be if it escaped my knowledge that you're fluent in Spanish, English, and Idiot and that you can reach high decibels from your stock voicebox?      Don't get me wrong. It's wonderful that you feel the need to express yourself. But just because you were born with vocal attributes doesn't necessarily give you the green light to use them. You may wa...

Lately everyone and their grandma is in uproar about the privacy of smart phones and the risk of their privacy being well, not so private. I mean, how can it be that a phone that is pretty much a computer and tells them where the closest Mickey Dees is can also track where they go every day? Gasp! Come on people. At least try using that atrocious thing on your shoulders for more than just wearing ridiculous oversized baseball caps. If a phone has GPS capability, which nowadays, most do, Iphone or not, don't you think other people can access that GPS remotely? After all, GPS does stand for Global Positioning System . If we have the capability of tracking a satellite outside the earth and take 10 megapixel pictures of a grain of rice in Japan, do you really think it's that difficult to tap your run of the mill soccer mom's Ifake clustered with hundreds of pictures of her dirt stricken kids? Or monitor the stores your teenage drama queen frequents? I said it before. I'll...