More things to despise

You know what else goes on the list of things to dislike?

Metrosexual self-absorbed men who get pedicures and take longer to get ready in the morning than I do!

What ever happened to regular old guys who are a little sloppy with respect to their grooming? Who drink BEER? Who watch baseball? Guys where you have to yell at them to get off the couch to go mow the lawn? I would rather date a guy who is wearing mismatched socks than a slick, overgroomed, pretty boy any day of the week.

But oh, if it were that easy I could just head to Hooters and pick up a barfly.

If you want to be amazed at what men are doing to look good (and not for women, mind you - they're doing it for themselves!) check out this article originally published in New York Magazine:
http://newyorkmetro.com/nymetro/shopping/beauty/features/4533/index.html

BREAKING NEWS! I am not original

NEWSFLASH!

I really should be studying but I just have to note that the www.enemyster.com is in progress! The design looks the same as Friendster (but the happy face looks mean!).

It's a beta version right now and you need a code to access it.

If you are reading this and you know the code, PLEASE tell me!

I need to see my dream come true!!!!

Enemiester

I love Friendster. I am in fact a Friendster addict. I sign on at least every day. There are profiles I regularly visit. I notice when they add new features. But there is one new feature that necessary: a dislikes section.

I've found that I often bond with people over dislikes. When I moved to Miami, I bonded with those who also hated Miami, loathed palm trees, missed the change of seasons, and deeply believed that wherever they came from was better.

But that's a topic for another post.

Disliking the same things, whether they be places, tv shows, movies, bands, and especially people can provide a special bond.

I think Friendster not only needs a dislikes section, but maybe a sister site called "Enemiester" where you can link to people who hate the same people you hate.

I don't have all the logistics worked out, but I know this much: the coolest guy I knew in college had an enemies list that he carried around in his wallet. Think Steve Buscemi's character in "Billy Madison" (Wow I'm glad I called that guy!). Sadly I learned that my friend's wallet was stolen a few years ago while he was playing basketball, and with it, the enemies list.

What people like is mundane. If you have any sense, style, or taste, there are limited number of things you can like. But there is a virtually infinite number of things to dislike. What to prioritize? If you could only choose five things to dislike, what makes the list? Miami drivers vs. Paris Hilton? "That 70s Show" vs. Hitler? What makes the cut?

If you find common ground disliking the same things, you know you have found a friend for life.

Paco Fever!

Paco Fever is in full swing!
I promise I will write about things besides Paco.
Maybe it's because I'm a law student, on the brink of exams, but I am truly Paco-crazy.

Fortunately, today I found I am not alone.

My friend J was so taken by Paco that she posted a "Hollywood-ready" Paco picture on my desk. Made over and ready to go, this Paco is on a jet ski.

Of course it isn't really MY Paco. Who could replace the allure of a beer belly and a unitard?

If anyone is reading this, I promise ... keep reading. As the spring and summer wear on I will undoubtedly say some bizarre things. Anonymity might be best, so I can't be institutionalized!

inaugural message

Today's mission: find birthday cards for my three best friends from college, all of whom have birthdays within the month. Not an easy task - not even close. A royal princess themed card for one, a slightly raunchy card for the second, but the third? I ransacked the mediocre selection at the campus bookstore trying to find just the right thing. Sounds cliched, I know, but I had just about given up when I saw it -- the card that inspired the name of this blog.

I'll scan it when i get a chance...so you can all share my amusement. I started laughing so hard I cried when I saw the following:

Imagine a picture of an overweight, middle-aged man wearing a turquoise sequined unitard. There is a trapeze in the background and the text reads:
"So, you will not go to Omaha with Paco? Paco can show you many things, but Paco will not beg."

The inside reads (not verbatim, I sent the card already): Birthday or not, don't go with Paco.

For some reason this seems to sum up my mood at the moment.
I'm in no mood to follow a unitard-clad man to Omaha.

Paco, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Pa-Co: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of two steps down the palate to tap, at two, on the teeth. Pa. Co. (with apologies to Vladimir Nabokov)