WO: Weekly Obsessions
There were plenty of scary news stories, social injustices, and other important topics flooding our feeds this past week. I’m addressing it the only way I know how when I’m overwhelmed: Reverting to childhood nostalgia.
- Pokémon Go: I’m sorry to acknowledge it, but you can’t go anywhere without hearing someone talk about this damn game. I personally haven’t played it myself — nor do I plan to — but something that permeates every conversation and literally every meeting of mine this week at least deserves an honorable mention. I just wish it came with a dash of common sense.
- Lucky Strike: Before this past weekend, I’d only enjoyed beverages and light snacks at this SF franchise. I decided to go old-school with a birthday bowling party here, and it ended up being a ridiculously fun evening surrounded by friends. The drinks were strong, the games were not, and the ‘90s–’00s jams really kept us going.
- Jennifer Aniston: America’s sweetheart wrote an engaging and informative essay for HuffPo, published yesterday, entitled “For the Record.” Among her many points made, it’s vital our culture acknowledge that, as women: “We are complete with or without a mate, with or without a child. We get to decide for ourselves what is beautiful when it comes to our bodies.” Preach, Rachel Green. Preach.
- “Just Like Fire” – P!nk: Falling down the rabbit hole doesn’t sound so bad when it comes with a soundtrack like this. Plus, I’ve loved P!nk since she came on the music scene in 1999, which either makes me admittedly old or adorably loyal. Either way, this one’s on repeat.
Images courtesy of: Brands of the World, Lucky Strike, PopSugar, Celeb Mix
I Still Want to Be BFFs with Jennifer Lawrence
“I thought it was gonna be food. It’s just … words.”
I read this article a while back, right after awards season culminated with Jennifer Lawrence winning and tripping her way into our hearts forever.
The author argues that celebrities like Jennifer Lawrence and Mila Kunis are so popular because they “act just like average humans, but [don’t] look remotely like them.”
And while it’s true that these women are stunning and talented, some others would argue that it’s their job to be likable and the envy of every girl in America.
Still, if we didn’t simultaneously put celebrities on a pedestal and in the spotlight, whatever would be talk about over mimosas at brunch? They become our scapegoat, because the wild things they do or say (or in Anne Hathaway’s case, the breathless humblebrag she reps regularly) are fascinating — and 100% accessible.
It’s easy to judge and comment and criticize on every thing we see in today’s world, because there is no escape. I can tell you what outfit Kim Kardashian posted to Twitter today just as easy as I can report Rihanna’s last picture from Instagram — and I follow neither.
We’re in a culture of over-share, as well as one that feeds off constant streams of information. We’re inundated with “news” about these things, and what’s worse, the generation behind me truly believes these situations in their own lives are news-worthy and should be shared to the world at large.
Stars: They’re just like us because they pump their own gas! How thrilling. I’m guilty of it myself, and yet I find it so mind-numbing to see the same stories churned out from hundreds of media outlets daily.
I’ll get off my soapbox now, but I have to say what prompted me to even mention the article was the following quote: “You must be gorgeous but humble, smart but self-mocking, talented but awestruck by others with talent, young but wise beyond your years, perfect but anxious to admit your flaws to the world. And you’d better do it every second of every day.“
And while I still want to be the new BFF to complete a Jennifer-Mila trifecta, I wish them luck as they continue to be scrutinized in the public eye.