Nina vs The World

I'm busting out the old boxing gloves. What can I say? Old habits die hard. And this time in the ring against me are fairytales. There isn't anything as toxic, deadly or highly corruptible as fairy tales are to reality. It's cruel, really, if you sit down and think about it. The Notebook, A Walk in The Clouds, A Walk to Remember, The Proposal, etc Basically any cheesy movie that starts with A or The and includes some intangible romantic object in the title. Take off thin plot and fluff of the movie, and you've got the same over heated ideas. A platform for promoting the biggest lies and myths of the game.  Men do change! Jerks become wonderful people. Love lasts forever even if the last time you saw the person you love they smacked a restraining order on you. Love blossoms anywhere from 1 day to 2 weeks and will overcome evil parents, wicked managers, paranoid aliens and even death. Sadly- the younger ones that haven't had their heart callused by the realit

It's a pity, a crying shame, a depressing factor in today's day and age, that with the insurmountable, exponentially rich vocabulary we have access too, so many overused words are printed, pasted, and protruding from every oral orifice.  I'm talking about movie directors, preview designers, author and movie critics, and everyone who's anyone in the critique world. Examples: Incredible . The definition of the word is quite straightforward- hard to believe, to grasp, because of it's rarity in occurrence, manner or form. A politician following through on a promise? Earth-shattering. Groundbreaking. Yes, incredible. Your grandma hiked Mount Everest? Only incredible if she also makes it back down in one piece. But getting your car totaled, having 5,000 friends on Fakebook, or finding out he's not yo' baby daddy, etc. not so much. Find a more believable adjective- like out of the norm. Amusing. If you're feeling brave, even interesting could be replaced i

Stay with me- this is not necessarily a gross post. There's just this thought that's been hanging out upstairs for a while that I thought I'd invite for a cup of coffee and further musing. In the modest years yours truly has accrued, there's an idea that's become rather affixed with the passing of time. There seems to be a place most people feel comfortable in, attracted to, and per se, even attached to. I call this The Bathroom Enigma. I guess it's because although its the smallest room (usually) in a house, it's one you're guaranteed solitude in. No one interrupts, or would ever want to interrupt, while you're occupying it. If you leave your technological devices outside this little room, you suddenly have silence and nothing to do but meditate. The hot water that a shower provides makes the room warm, soothing. Almost like a mini sauna. I can't imagine why people would put a TV or a bunch of magazines inside a bathroom. When else are you g

Music, movies, children's books, songs, politicians, beauty pageant contestants, media, news, etc- they all hint at directly or indirectly the need for peace, and for everyone to work together. Ah, how nice would it be. A utopian society where everyone respects each other and no one fears their neighbor.  What? You say I have to give up certain preferences? Huh? I have to be humble and accept other viewpoints? You're joking right? I much rather sit here in my warm fur coat, slip on my blood diamonds, snuggle my toes in slave labor slippers, and yell the living daylights out at my neighbor for allowing his obnoxious three year old to laugh.  Perhaps you have noticed this as well. It's amazing that everyone desires in some aspect or form to live in a peaceful world, but as soon as you mention that means changing your lifestyle or attitude, they point the nearest sharp object in your direction. Because of course, they want peace in their way, by their standards, and in the

It's been nearly three months now from my transition into an iPhone. (Previously,  I was connected to the world via Android Captivate ). My brother, who's first and only smart phones have been Apple, kindly allowed me to trial out the iPhone 3GS as he obtained the newest gem in glory, the iPhone 4GS. As any Android Ambassador, I was all angst and negative reviews. I was determined to dislike the product, whatever it took. In fact, my first words were, "Wow, what a cloudy screen. No voice guided GPS? Lame." My brother just smiled and said "just wait.." So I did. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned a month, and I was cruising through the phone like no tomorrow. No confusing paths or endless tapping to get to the settings, no random crashes, no hyped up apps that turned out to be glitchy and overly fru fru. Despite all my unfounded hatred, I was beginning to veer towards the Apple side. Desperate to recover my indifference and vast apathy, I switche