Two posts in one day. What the hell? But I had to post this one, after being inspired by something that just happened.
We've all heard of the dread Mercury in Retrograde, right? Hell breaks loose, computers and all electronics stop working, etc etc... Yeah, there's another side of that, kids, and I'm here to make you see that along with some very entertaining moments that have happened in the past two days thanks to Mercury in Retrograde.
Yes, communication can go wonky. But there's a side of this time that no one really talks about. This is the time when you get a second chance and who the fuck doesn't want that, right? Have you lost touch with someone? They'll come back during this time if they're supposed to. Trust me...
Want proof? You've got it.
Yesterday morning, I was sitting in the car waiting to head inside for a job interview so I was checking FB as one does. I saw a notification of a friend request, which can always be good or gaaah. This one was REALLY good. It was from a high school friend that I'd lost touch with about a year ago. She's someone who made high school not so horrible for me -- I hated high school and was a self-conscious mess. But she complimented my outfit one day and she was seriously a fashion icon to me and it made my day then. Seriously, it was a bright spot in a crappy time and clearly stuck with me all these years. So I was glad to get back in touch on FB a few years back. We were buds sharing posts with each other and our lives, and then we just fell out of touch and unfriended for a while. I'd reached out to her a few weeks ago to share a funny video because I was thinking of her. But I couldn't pull the trigger on sending a friend request because I didn't want to risk having it rejected. And then she re-friend requested me yesterday -- on the morning of Mercury in Retrograde -- and I'm just so freaking grateful to have her back in my life.
More proof? Yesterday afternoon, I got an email from the VP of a company who was interested in talking to me about a resume I'd sent in. His name rang a bell, but I couldn't place it so I checked the name in gmail. Sure enough, I had talked to him back years ago about a Director position at his company (have to love the longevity that he's still there), but that was not at all the right fit for me then. Not even remotely. But now... Now just might be the right time for me to have a second chance (the right chance) at that company. I don't know, but it's good to have that possibility.
And one more. There's another company -- and specifically a person there -- that I've talked to over the years about working there or freelancing there. But the timing has just never been right. I was actually thinking about the person I was talking to there this morning, but haven't checked out his LinkedIn profile to see if he's even still with the company. Yeaaah... I just went to LinkedIn to see if I was connected with a friend who wanted to talk to me about contracting (we are indeed connected) and saw a new activity on my profile. I clicked and literally laughed out loud when I saw that it was that guy from that company checking out my profile.
Okay, Mercury in Retrograde, that'll do... Who else is rising from the ashes?
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Ben the Bachelor
Here we are, folks. It's another season of "The Bachelor" and I'm sure this year will be the most dramatic season ever as the bachelor follows his journey to find love while being a kissing bandit. Listen, as long as the words "Ees okay" are not issued by my least-favorite bachelor ever, Juan Pablo, it's all good.
Ben, Ben, Ben. So young. So, so, soooo young. Yikes. 26. He's still a pup! And I don't know about you all, but to me, he just has way too much of that clean-cut look to him. I'm reminded of a dark-haired Richie Cunningham... and that's not a good thing. I dated a red-haired Richie Cunningham the summer after college and he was a sweetheart, but just no. Too earnest, too quiet, too much about how everything looked (aka his family went out on their boat not to enjoy being on the boat, but to be "seen" and the sole destination was a bar where they could also be seen). Again, no. So, Ben isn't starting off on the "hottest bachelor ever" path for me. That could change, but that title remains with Sean Lowe. Tall, hot, hunky. And hey, totally fine with the self-professed re-virginization bit -- mainly because of his abs. I'm shallow. I'm aware.
Let's talk about some of the bachelorettes, shall we? And I'm not giving a single spoiler here, don't worry. Yes, I've read good ol' Reality Steve and yes, I know how the season plays out, but I'm not saying a word. You want to find out -- you can go read.
* Lace. Oh, Lace, Lace, Lace. Hot. Loved the dress (of course it was lace!). She clearly caught our dear sweet Ben's eye, but then she turned into a raving psycho being pissed that someone stole Ben away from her while they were talking (has she not seen the show??) and then that Ben "didn't look at her once". Ay yi yi. Give the boy a break. He had to remember all of your names. I'm pretty sure he didn't look at any of you. I'm sure they'll be focusing on her a bit because of her antics.
* Becca. Hot. With a capital H. Smoking hot. I still don't understand how Chris Soules didn't pick her and went with Whitney instead. (And yes, we see how well that turned out...). Glad Ben called her name to give her a rose. Her hair is awesome. Her bod is awesome. She seems to be a sweetheart. And yes, she's a virgin, but so weren't we all until that first partner. Big deal. Any guy with sense in his head wouldn't be daunted by that.
* Lauren B. Loved her dress. Light/periwinkle blue is a fave of mine (heck, I'm wearing a sweater in that shade right now), so that caught my eye. First out of the limo and she walked over to Ben with a glass of champagne (is he of legal age to drink? Kidding. Kind of...) as he entered the room, which takes chutzpah, so I'm impressed. She looks like she might be a bit too giggly, but that's based entirely on her hair color and I get that's one hell of a stereotype.
* Mandi (she of the wearing a gigantic rose on her head). Oh, honey... Whatever producer talked you into that, I sure hope you stopped listening to them, because no. You do get props for getting a kiss from Baby Boy Ben after you examined his teeth and gums (ack!), but noooo. And honestly, I actually can't remember if she went home that first night or if he kept her, so that shows how memorable she was minus the rose and makeout session.
* Caila. She caught my eye since she's from Boston. But let me get this straight. She was dating someone and saw Ben ON TV and decided that her relationship wasn't working out because she was attracted to someone she had never met and saw on TV. Huh. Okay. So I guess every relationship/marriage ever is doooomed because hell, I always find people attractive on TV. That's kind of why they're on TV. Loon.
* The Twins. Nope. Sorry. Not discussing them, except to say that I look forward to seeing them on the next season of "Bachelor in Paradise" since I'm sure they will be on there.
Ben, Ben, Ben. So young. So, so, soooo young. Yikes. 26. He's still a pup! And I don't know about you all, but to me, he just has way too much of that clean-cut look to him. I'm reminded of a dark-haired Richie Cunningham... and that's not a good thing. I dated a red-haired Richie Cunningham the summer after college and he was a sweetheart, but just no. Too earnest, too quiet, too much about how everything looked (aka his family went out on their boat not to enjoy being on the boat, but to be "seen" and the sole destination was a bar where they could also be seen). Again, no. So, Ben isn't starting off on the "hottest bachelor ever" path for me. That could change, but that title remains with Sean Lowe. Tall, hot, hunky. And hey, totally fine with the self-professed re-virginization bit -- mainly because of his abs. I'm shallow. I'm aware.
Let's talk about some of the bachelorettes, shall we? And I'm not giving a single spoiler here, don't worry. Yes, I've read good ol' Reality Steve and yes, I know how the season plays out, but I'm not saying a word. You want to find out -- you can go read.
* Lace. Oh, Lace, Lace, Lace. Hot. Loved the dress (of course it was lace!). She clearly caught our dear sweet Ben's eye, but then she turned into a raving psycho being pissed that someone stole Ben away from her while they were talking (has she not seen the show??) and then that Ben "didn't look at her once". Ay yi yi. Give the boy a break. He had to remember all of your names. I'm pretty sure he didn't look at any of you. I'm sure they'll be focusing on her a bit because of her antics.
* Becca. Hot. With a capital H. Smoking hot. I still don't understand how Chris Soules didn't pick her and went with Whitney instead. (And yes, we see how well that turned out...). Glad Ben called her name to give her a rose. Her hair is awesome. Her bod is awesome. She seems to be a sweetheart. And yes, she's a virgin, but so weren't we all until that first partner. Big deal. Any guy with sense in his head wouldn't be daunted by that.
* Lauren B. Loved her dress. Light/periwinkle blue is a fave of mine (heck, I'm wearing a sweater in that shade right now), so that caught my eye. First out of the limo and she walked over to Ben with a glass of champagne (is he of legal age to drink? Kidding. Kind of...) as he entered the room, which takes chutzpah, so I'm impressed. She looks like she might be a bit too giggly, but that's based entirely on her hair color and I get that's one hell of a stereotype.
* Mandi (she of the wearing a gigantic rose on her head). Oh, honey... Whatever producer talked you into that, I sure hope you stopped listening to them, because no. You do get props for getting a kiss from Baby Boy Ben after you examined his teeth and gums (ack!), but noooo. And honestly, I actually can't remember if she went home that first night or if he kept her, so that shows how memorable she was minus the rose and makeout session.
* Caila. She caught my eye since she's from Boston. But let me get this straight. She was dating someone and saw Ben ON TV and decided that her relationship wasn't working out because she was attracted to someone she had never met and saw on TV. Huh. Okay. So I guess every relationship/marriage ever is doooomed because hell, I always find people attractive on TV. That's kind of why they're on TV. Loon.
* The Twins. Nope. Sorry. Not discussing them, except to say that I look forward to seeing them on the next season of "Bachelor in Paradise" since I'm sure they will be on there.
Saturday, December 12, 2015
The Dating Site Erases 10 Pounds... And Years
Okay, time to be serious here (well, as serious as I can be). What is with this trend of posting profile pics on dating sites that are clearly 10 years and/or 50 pounds ago??
I feel the need to add here that no, I'm not on any dating sites (down, boys!), but what I've been hearing from friends for years and again just this week is appalling to me.
Isn't the point of a dating site to actually meet the other person in person? Whatever the intent is from there -- be it a random one-night hookup or a relationship -- doesn't change anything. The idea is still to meet at some point face to face, yes?
Presuming that is indeed the case, why in bloody hell would you choose to use a picture(s) that doesn't even remotely reflect how you look today? I just don't get it. And this is from someone who used to avoid cameras like the plague because I had an extreme lack of any self-confidence and thought I was hideous. So hell, ANY pic I would consider a bad one (and now looking back at those pics, I want to get in a time machine and knock some sense into myself -- but that's a whole other blog post that I think I've written already). But even with that, if I was on a dating site then (internet didn't exist - I'm ancient 😂 ), even I would have put a current pic up. I wouldn't have even considered otherwise.
Seriously, twice now a friend has met someone online and then either met them in person or saw another pic of them elsewhere and discovered the profile and other pics were from many years and pounds ago. Why?? I just don't get it.
It's like if I rented a movie that I thought was a comedy and turned out to be a drama/sad movie -- yes, I'm looking at you "The Family Stone". Lighthearted feel-good movie, my ass. Spoiler alert: The mom dies. It's tragic! You are why I have movie trust issues. And pics that are from years/many pounds ago are why people have dating site trust issues.
If you are really on a site to really meet someone, come on... Start from a sense of reality and post a pic of who you REALLY are. Yes, it might not be a model-like picture, but you never know who might be out there who would like you FOR you and you're not giving them a chance at all by posting a pic that isn't you. Just don't do it.
There is a quote that was in Doctor Who that sums this up for me perfectly. It goes along that you could be talking to the most beautiful person in the world, but after five minutes you realize that person is as dull as bricks and there is no spark, so they become less beautiful in your eyes. And then there is the opposite -- oh, that opposite. Where you see a person and you think they're okay looking and then you talk to them and you get to know who they are and to you they become the most beautiful person in the world.
That last part there. That is what you want. Take that chance and and put yourself -- the real yourself -- out there. The person you meet who matches with you and then starts talking to you from that pic is the one you want.
I feel the need to add here that no, I'm not on any dating sites (down, boys!), but what I've been hearing from friends for years and again just this week is appalling to me.
Isn't the point of a dating site to actually meet the other person in person? Whatever the intent is from there -- be it a random one-night hookup or a relationship -- doesn't change anything. The idea is still to meet at some point face to face, yes?
Presuming that is indeed the case, why in bloody hell would you choose to use a picture(s) that doesn't even remotely reflect how you look today? I just don't get it. And this is from someone who used to avoid cameras like the plague because I had an extreme lack of any self-confidence and thought I was hideous. So hell, ANY pic I would consider a bad one (and now looking back at those pics, I want to get in a time machine and knock some sense into myself -- but that's a whole other blog post that I think I've written already). But even with that, if I was on a dating site then (internet didn't exist - I'm ancient 😂 ), even I would have put a current pic up. I wouldn't have even considered otherwise.
Seriously, twice now a friend has met someone online and then either met them in person or saw another pic of them elsewhere and discovered the profile and other pics were from many years and pounds ago. Why?? I just don't get it.
It's like if I rented a movie that I thought was a comedy and turned out to be a drama/sad movie -- yes, I'm looking at you "The Family Stone". Lighthearted feel-good movie, my ass. Spoiler alert: The mom dies. It's tragic! You are why I have movie trust issues. And pics that are from years/many pounds ago are why people have dating site trust issues.
If you are really on a site to really meet someone, come on... Start from a sense of reality and post a pic of who you REALLY are. Yes, it might not be a model-like picture, but you never know who might be out there who would like you FOR you and you're not giving them a chance at all by posting a pic that isn't you. Just don't do it.
There is a quote that was in Doctor Who that sums this up for me perfectly. It goes along that you could be talking to the most beautiful person in the world, but after five minutes you realize that person is as dull as bricks and there is no spark, so they become less beautiful in your eyes. And then there is the opposite -- oh, that opposite. Where you see a person and you think they're okay looking and then you talk to them and you get to know who they are and to you they become the most beautiful person in the world.
That last part there. That is what you want. Take that chance and and put yourself -- the real yourself -- out there. The person you meet who matches with you and then starts talking to you from that pic is the one you want.
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Blondes Have More Fun? In My Dreams!
Okay, let's get this out of the way... When I was growing up, I always pictured the guy I'd wind up with as being tall, dark (haired) and handsome -- and that's who I married. C'mon, we've all heard that idiom a gazillion times, right.
But, that leaves out anyone without dark hair, doesn't it, and specifically poor blonde haired guys. They were just never my type at all. Nothing against blondes (hell, I've been blonde off and on myself over the years), but they did nada for me.
Well, that's changed.
Longtime readers of this blog know my liking for Alexander Skaragard, who played Eric in "True Blood". That man. Yowza. The height (I'm a heightest -- it's a thing), the abs, the ability to rock the hell out of a well-made suit, the butt, the ability to be full-frontal on screen without any hesitation. Yeah, total package. But he's blonde. Ack. What the hell, self?
Monsieur Skarsgard made me reconsider the light (haired) side, and the pictures on this article about "Legends of Tarzan" haven't changed that thinking at all. It even appears that the man even developed more ab muscles since True Blood. Holy shit was just the least of my thoughts over those pics.
Another blonde who has been haunting my dreams recently is Chris Hemsworth -- and notably Chris Hemsworth as Thor. Yowza. Let's just say there was a dream including that man, a deserted except for the two of us bowling alley/bar, and soap suds (although now I'm wondering how there was a showed in a bowling area/bar, but that's what dreams are for). And yeah, Dayum. Thor has never been on my radar at all. Don't think I've even seen the movie, but I will need to rectify that.
So here's where I'm going with this. If you think you have a set "type", branch out -- at least in your dreams. ;)
But, that leaves out anyone without dark hair, doesn't it, and specifically poor blonde haired guys. They were just never my type at all. Nothing against blondes (hell, I've been blonde off and on myself over the years), but they did nada for me.
Well, that's changed.
Longtime readers of this blog know my liking for Alexander Skaragard, who played Eric in "True Blood". That man. Yowza. The height (I'm a heightest -- it's a thing), the abs, the ability to rock the hell out of a well-made suit, the butt, the ability to be full-frontal on screen without any hesitation. Yeah, total package. But he's blonde. Ack. What the hell, self?
Monsieur Skarsgard made me reconsider the light (haired) side, and the pictures on this article about "Legends of Tarzan" haven't changed that thinking at all. It even appears that the man even developed more ab muscles since True Blood. Holy shit was just the least of my thoughts over those pics.
Another blonde who has been haunting my dreams recently is Chris Hemsworth -- and notably Chris Hemsworth as Thor. Yowza. Let's just say there was a dream including that man, a deserted except for the two of us bowling alley/bar, and soap suds (although now I'm wondering how there was a showed in a bowling area/bar, but that's what dreams are for). And yeah, Dayum. Thor has never been on my radar at all. Don't think I've even seen the movie, but I will need to rectify that.
So here's where I'm going with this. If you think you have a set "type", branch out -- at least in your dreams. ;)
Monday, November 16, 2015
It's a Fine Line...
No, not between love and hate, although that's typically how that phrase ends.
In this case, it's a fine line between writing erotica and writing a steamy scene. Yes, I'm writing a book. Yes, there's a steamy scene or two in it. And dammit, I feel like I'm being stifled (by myself) because I keep writing what I want to write and then erasing, erasing, erasing.
Why? Because my son knows I'm writing a book and will want to read it eventually, and gaaaah at the thought of him reading that even when he's older. Not enough brain bleach in the world. And then there's my parents who are both avid readers and will read the book, and again, brain bleach. Gallons. Just no.
So, I will keep stifling myself in the novel to a certain extent and be very glad I have this blog so I can write whatever I feel like it as it ain't going in the book. :D
In this case, it's a fine line between writing erotica and writing a steamy scene. Yes, I'm writing a book. Yes, there's a steamy scene or two in it. And dammit, I feel like I'm being stifled (by myself) because I keep writing what I want to write and then erasing, erasing, erasing.
Why? Because my son knows I'm writing a book and will want to read it eventually, and gaaaah at the thought of him reading that even when he's older. Not enough brain bleach in the world. And then there's my parents who are both avid readers and will read the book, and again, brain bleach. Gallons. Just no.
So, I will keep stifling myself in the novel to a certain extent and be very glad I have this blog so I can write whatever I feel like it as it ain't going in the book. :D
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Eff, Marry, Kill: The Latest Version
If you've frequently read this blog, you know how much I enjoy "Fuck, Marry, Kill" quizzes and this one from Buzzfeed is just as good as the rest:
1) Ryan Gosling, Ryan Reynolds, Ryan Kwanten
EFF (Because apparently Blogger doesn't like me writing "Fuck" all the time and keeps crashing): Ryan Kwanten, because I've watched that boy on "True Blood" far too many times to not want to
MARRY: Ryan Gosling, because please. His character in The Notebook. Done. Dusted.
KILL: Ryan Reynolds. I'm sorry, baby, but one of you had to go.
2) Jessica Alba, Jessica Biel, Jessica Chastain
EFF: Jessica Alba, because the girl is smoking. Have you seen "Sin City"? If not, go now. You'll thank me.
MARRY: Jessica Biel, because she's also hot.
KILL: Jessica Chastain, because she seems a bit too nice.
3) John Hamm, John Krasinski, John Stamos
EFF John Hamm. I mean helllloooo. That bulge is well-known. What girl in her right mind would pass up giving that a try?
MARRY: John Krasinski. He seems like a total sweetheart.
KILL: John Stamos. Sorry, Uncle Jesse.
4) Jennifer Hudson, Jennifer Lawrence, Jennifer Lopez
EFF: Jennifer Lopez, because she has killer dance moves.
MARRY: Jennifer Lawrence, because she seems hysterical and would be fun.
KILL: Jennifer Hudson. Props to her for the weight loss, but JLo and JLaw win.
5) Michael B. Jordan, Michael Fassbender, Michael Cera
EFF: Michael Fassbender. Again, it's all about the rumors about the bulge.
MARRY: Michael B. Jordan. Don't know much about him, but hey.
KILL: Michael Cera. No question. None. Does nothing for me.
6) Rachel McAdams, Rachel Bilson, Rachel Weisz
EFF: Rachel Weisz, because she just seems the hottest.
MARRY: Rachel McAdams -- again because of "The Notebook"
KILL: Rachel Bilson. Nothing against her, but she just doesn't seem effable.
7) Adam Levine, Adam Scott, Adam Brody
EFF: Adam Levine. Mainly due to that Rolling Stone cover, or whichever one it was with the hand over his crotch.
MARRY: Adam Scott, because he's just adorable!
KILL: Adam Brody by default.
8) Kate Hudson, Kate Winslet, Katy Perry
EFF: Katy Perry, because then I'll be connected in a way to her ex Russell Brand.
MARRY: Kate Winslet because I've always loved her.
KILL: Kate Hudson for no real reason.
9) Hugh Dancy, Hugh Grant, Hugh Jackman
EFF: Hugh Grant -- mainly for his dance in "Love, Actually" and an accent will always get me.
MARRY: Hugh Dancy because despite his role in that Silence of the Lambs tv series, he's really cute.
KILL: Hugh Jackman. Sorry, dude.
10) Destiny's Child: Kelly, Michelle, Beyonce
EFF: Beyonce. Come on. It's Queen Bee.
MARRY: Kelly for no real reason.
KILL: Michelle for no real reason. It's really all about Queen Bee.
1) Ryan Gosling, Ryan Reynolds, Ryan Kwanten
EFF (Because apparently Blogger doesn't like me writing "Fuck" all the time and keeps crashing): Ryan Kwanten, because I've watched that boy on "True Blood" far too many times to not want to
MARRY: Ryan Gosling, because please. His character in The Notebook. Done. Dusted.
KILL: Ryan Reynolds. I'm sorry, baby, but one of you had to go.
2) Jessica Alba, Jessica Biel, Jessica Chastain
EFF: Jessica Alba, because the girl is smoking. Have you seen "Sin City"? If not, go now. You'll thank me.
MARRY: Jessica Biel, because she's also hot.
KILL: Jessica Chastain, because she seems a bit too nice.
3) John Hamm, John Krasinski, John Stamos
EFF John Hamm. I mean helllloooo. That bulge is well-known. What girl in her right mind would pass up giving that a try?
MARRY: John Krasinski. He seems like a total sweetheart.
KILL: John Stamos. Sorry, Uncle Jesse.
4) Jennifer Hudson, Jennifer Lawrence, Jennifer Lopez
EFF: Jennifer Lopez, because she has killer dance moves.
MARRY: Jennifer Lawrence, because she seems hysterical and would be fun.
KILL: Jennifer Hudson. Props to her for the weight loss, but JLo and JLaw win.
5) Michael B. Jordan, Michael Fassbender, Michael Cera
EFF: Michael Fassbender. Again, it's all about the rumors about the bulge.
MARRY: Michael B. Jordan. Don't know much about him, but hey.
KILL: Michael Cera. No question. None. Does nothing for me.
6) Rachel McAdams, Rachel Bilson, Rachel Weisz
EFF: Rachel Weisz, because she just seems the hottest.
MARRY: Rachel McAdams -- again because of "The Notebook"
KILL: Rachel Bilson. Nothing against her, but she just doesn't seem effable.
7) Adam Levine, Adam Scott, Adam Brody
EFF: Adam Levine. Mainly due to that Rolling Stone cover, or whichever one it was with the hand over his crotch.
MARRY: Adam Scott, because he's just adorable!
KILL: Adam Brody by default.
8) Kate Hudson, Kate Winslet, Katy Perry
EFF: Katy Perry, because then I'll be connected in a way to her ex Russell Brand.
MARRY: Kate Winslet because I've always loved her.
KILL: Kate Hudson for no real reason.
9) Hugh Dancy, Hugh Grant, Hugh Jackman
EFF: Hugh Grant -- mainly for his dance in "Love, Actually" and an accent will always get me.
MARRY: Hugh Dancy because despite his role in that Silence of the Lambs tv series, he's really cute.
KILL: Hugh Jackman. Sorry, dude.
10) Destiny's Child: Kelly, Michelle, Beyonce
EFF: Beyonce. Come on. It's Queen Bee.
MARRY: Kelly for no real reason.
KILL: Michelle for no real reason. It's really all about Queen Bee.
With Apologies to the Muppets
Learned about two new-to-me terms this past week.
First, the reason for the title of this blog post -- "Gonzo". Now, when I thought of Gonzo before this week, I thought of the long-nosed Muppet. Not anymore. LOL
Instead, now I know that "Gonzo" means a type of porn started in the 90s where there isn't a storyline and instead one gets straight to the sex. Huh. Had no idea that existed. I completely understand the use for it -- especially since in so many porn movies, the dialogue is just awful and takes you far, far away from any resemblance of being turned on. Although you could always watch with the sound off... But still. You're then watching two clothed people talking. Boooorrrrring.
Plus, come on, if you're watching a porn, do you really want to have to sit through the part about a job interview, or the non-sexual part of a massage, or the pizza boy arriving at the door -- or do you just want to get straight to it? Yeah, that's what I thought.
Sorry, Gonzo. As much as I am enjoying watching the new Muppets tv series, I'm going to chuckle every time you're on the screen. And I'm very glad I haven't stumbled across any porn starring Gonzo himself. :-O
The second term: "Netflix and Chill". Okay, I've heard this and seriously thought it just meant chilling out (aka relaxing) while watching Netflix. Seems legit, right?
<insert Price of Right loser music here> Yeah, no. It means coming over to someone's house just for sex. Alright, kids, really? Nowhere from "Netflix and Chill" do I get the idea of sex. If I'm watching Netflix, I want to watch Netflix. Now, call it Redtube and Chill or YouPorn and Chill and it makes sense. But Netflix and Chill? Nope. I don't get it.
However, should someone invite you over to "Netflix and Chill", now you'll know what they really mean. It's the new "Come on up for some coffee", I guess.
First, the reason for the title of this blog post -- "Gonzo". Now, when I thought of Gonzo before this week, I thought of the long-nosed Muppet. Not anymore. LOL
Instead, now I know that "Gonzo" means a type of porn started in the 90s where there isn't a storyline and instead one gets straight to the sex. Huh. Had no idea that existed. I completely understand the use for it -- especially since in so many porn movies, the dialogue is just awful and takes you far, far away from any resemblance of being turned on. Although you could always watch with the sound off... But still. You're then watching two clothed people talking. Boooorrrrring.
Plus, come on, if you're watching a porn, do you really want to have to sit through the part about a job interview, or the non-sexual part of a massage, or the pizza boy arriving at the door -- or do you just want to get straight to it? Yeah, that's what I thought.
Sorry, Gonzo. As much as I am enjoying watching the new Muppets tv series, I'm going to chuckle every time you're on the screen. And I'm very glad I haven't stumbled across any porn starring Gonzo himself. :-O
The second term: "Netflix and Chill". Okay, I've heard this and seriously thought it just meant chilling out (aka relaxing) while watching Netflix. Seems legit, right?
<insert Price of Right loser music here> Yeah, no. It means coming over to someone's house just for sex. Alright, kids, really? Nowhere from "Netflix and Chill" do I get the idea of sex. If I'm watching Netflix, I want to watch Netflix. Now, call it Redtube and Chill or YouPorn and Chill and it makes sense. But Netflix and Chill? Nope. I don't get it.
However, should someone invite you over to "Netflix and Chill", now you'll know what they really mean. It's the new "Come on up for some coffee", I guess.
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