Musings on movies, TV, comedy, photography, and living with boobs and without spatial/motor/social skills in America.
Number of times I had been asked “So when are you getting married?” before today: like, 4?
Number of times I have been asked “So when are you getting married?” after attending my boyfriend’s sister’s baby shower today: like, 4 million?
Social media is weird. It’s tempting to correlate your followers’ feedback to the amount they care about you, but I’m learning that life doesn’t actually work that way. Like, a few weeks ago I was doing shittily emotions-wise and posted some depressing status on Facebook. Guess who commented on it? Some random dude I hung out with during my first trimester of college and then never again. Who has pledged the most money to my Kickstarter? My quasi-cousin-in-law whose preteen son hit on me throughout an entire wedding reception. I can’t gauge my value on these things.
No, the only thing that matters is who posts birthday wishes on your Wall and how many exclamation point they use.
Meanwhile, I’m half-watching Man of Steel and it is excruciating. Really, Zack Snyder, you’re about to go hard sci-fi on Superman? Seriously? Why do people keep giving this guy money.