Friday, September 11, 2009

Vampire Diaries Review!!

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University Chic

My first self-published post to UniversityChic.com!!

Read it! I love the new series-- even if it is slightly too similar for my taste ;)

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Life...in general

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As I grow up I realize more and more things are getting harder to obtain.

I graduate in 9 months...9 months-- the amount of time to create a new life, the amount of time to save for a pair of Manolos, the amount of time...in which I graduate to be a bit redundant =) but again it is a long period of time and yet it is quite a short period of time.

I'm nervous, afraid and yet so unbelievably excited.

I need my own apartment-- and I need a job-- any ideas are always greatly appreciated =)

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Does Size Really Matter?

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I work in a women's clothing store. We have a wide range of sizes- from 0-14- and I generally fit in the "average range" of that. Which is good, bad and ugly at times. But, little by little I'm learning that in terms of relationships and sexual attractions (basically in the view of MEN) doesn't make a difference.

As one of my good friends recently said "it's not like they ask to see your pant size before you take the pants off--they are simply happy you are taking them off."

This is so true!! And so evident in my job at the store. The other day a man came in and said I need an outfit for my wife. And i said okay, what's her size? His response? "Umm like you?" I, as many women I am sure, tend to fit into at least two sizes and depending on which one it is I leave the store elated or in a dismal mood after which I often skip dinner and add on a workout. But this man, who I'm assuming sleeps with his wife at least once in a while, had absolutely no idea which size she was, and which size put her in the dismal and/or pure euphoria!?! So from this I have decided several things--

--Men don't care (or know) about sizes

--Women obsess about sizes more than life itself

And my conclusion?

Be happy the way you are!! Because apparently men really do notice our personalities, smiles and eyes...and oh yea our boobs...but other than that-- they don't really seem to differentiate, or at least not on such a minute level. Which is GOOOD news for women ;)

So enjoy that cheeseburger once in a while, take a day off from the gym, and enjoy being you!! Because there is someone out there for you...it's finding them that's often the hard part!

Monday, August 31, 2009

Facebook Domination...

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Facebook. It is a noun- to describe the Web site-a verb-to describe the action of "adding someone as your friend"-- and a way of life for thousands of College students, professionals and individuals around America and ultimately the world. Is it taking over?

According to Virginia Heffernan in Sunday's NYT Magazine it is. According to me, a 21 year old journalist-- it is not.

Why do I say this you may ask? I say this because as someone who lives, breaths and makes money via online journalism, I can tell you that Facebook, Twitter, MySpace, Digg, and every other Web site devoted to social networking is essential to my career. For example, after I complete this post, I will "shrink" the URL, via a widget Digg has recently installed (thereby sharing it with that community) and then I will simultaneously post it to my Facebook and Twitter via either my iPhone applications and/or my desktop widget--Tweetdeck via Adobe Air. This, in the past month has increased my views from approximately 1-2 per day to 9-10 per day. Now these numbers are quite small, but I am writing on a small scale-- if I were a corporation, magazine, newspaper etc (or working for one as I previously did last year and this summer) it would be dramatic.

Facebook allows the generation of "gotta have it yesterday" to communicate with one another, attend events, share news, pictures and ideas and ultimately create a place where they feel save enough to be "them." However, this broad statement allows for a great variety of contradictions on the subject. Some facebook profiles are misleading; some users do indeed use it to stalk ex-boyfriends, girlfriends and "frenemies"; and still others do sometimes go to the extreme and create Facebook pages as a means to a ghastly end. These are, in my opinion, the exceptions to the rule. Facebook, as I said earlier, has become a verb, an action that we use in everyday life. These Web-isms, as I like to call them, allow us to create, share and develop a greater knowledge of the world around us through the confines of the World Wide Web.

From January 2008-May 2008 I lived in Rome, Italy. I learned to speak Italian and I learned to truly be Italian as opposed to simply being "New York Italian." Europeans have a great respect for culture, diversity and their way of life. Americans have a respect for these things as well, however, we constantly aim to improve, to change. It is the very core of our nature-- we are a nation of change; we are the FIRST nation of change and as such our people (our culture if you will) is devoted to being better, stronger, faster and just...more of everything. This is something that often encourages us to "go overboard." Facebook is used in Europe, but it is not as widely used. Cell phones are used in Europe, but again Europeans take a break every once in a while and learn to "smell the roses."

I believe that if, indeed you feel that Facebook is taking over your life, take a hint from our brothers and sisters "across the pond" and simply take a break. Spend time outside, with friends in real time...and to be quite frank, it's perfectly acceptable to use facebook to set up such an event =)

In the land of the Bobcats...

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As I drove up the “one road in, one road out” entrance to QU on this first day of my last year of college, my mind was filled with memories. I remembered the first time I saw this exquisite campus; I remembered the first time I fell in love here; I remembered the hundreds of tears shed, hours spent in the library and of course the classes I’ve taken. But most of all I realized something essential today—this is and will forever be my second home. Quinnipiac University, the land of the bobcats, is where I learned to be me—an independent, 20-something who refuses to let ANYTHING stop her, and for that I will forever be in her debt.

I also noted, and not for the first time, the date below the green sign at the corner of Mount Carmel Ave and New Road. It reads “Quinnipiac University founded 1929.” 1929—a year that brings to mind many things. Firstly, I remembered that 1929 was the year of black Tuesday and the “greatest” stock market crash in history. I also remembered that 1929 was the end of an era of frivolity and prosperity. And finally I remembered that 1929 marked the 10 **check fact** year anniversary of a woman’s right to vote. Despite the fact that women did not walk these hallowed halls and well groomed lawns until at least thirty years later **check fact** I still feel that it is significant that this University opened in that year. Quinnipiac, formerly known as the TKTKTK, saw potential in a time when many could only think of despair and misfortune, and that gives me hope.

So many things are different here, and yet everything always remains the same. As I sit in the newly upgraded cafeteria, I think about how different it is from four years ago, and yet the same friendly (and sometimes unfriendly) cashiers ring us out; Java John, although no longer serving Java, is still serving up corny jokes and catchy phrases with every meal; Freshman still have that “deer in the headlights look” on their first day and ultimately students will continue to walk these halls long after I am married and ultimately send my children, and hopefully grandchildren, off to college. Everything changes and yet everything is the same. And for that, I am eternally grateful.

So in this year of change, I write to embrace and share my feelings and to gain more experience because as someone once said—in not as many words—life as a journey is constantly a learning experience. So learn, embrace and change—it isn’t as scary as it seems.

email me @ bobcatgirl15 (at) gmail.com