| | CompetitionSince my building is under construction today, I forced myself out of
my pajamas and headed to a cafe to escape the noise and to study for my
Evidence final. After driving 45 minutes through traffic, I arrived at
my destination only to find that I had lugged everything I own in my
giant tote except my Evidence book. Faced with 5:15pm weekday traffic,
I decided to sit back and entertain myself with a large mango green tea
and UsWeekly, while feeling chill and superior to all the other
students cramming for finals around me. Before I even finished one
magazine, however, the pattern of all these gossip stories was becoming
abundantly clear. For every Jennifer Aniston + John Mayer story, there
are photo insets of Bard Pitt + Angelina Jolie + the 10 million babies
they have spawned splattered all over the page. And on the next page,
there is inevitably a time-line history of all the people Jennifer and
Brad have dated since their break-up from way back when. When two
people break up, the focus always seems to be: Who won? Who is looking
hotter? Who found their new bf/gf first? Who has the better new bf/gf?
Amidst all the competition, there is almost no time to mourn the loss
of someone who changed your life, and maybe changed you, and
re-discover yourself again. The pressure to pretty yourself up and go
pluck some decent looking guy off the street and throw him in your bed
is overwhelming. After all, we all seem to have something to prove. But
what exactly is that something? That we can get some? That we're still
desirable to someone, anyone, out there? Shouldn't that go without
saying? |
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