about to lose faith in all humanity

I'm officially depressed.  Things have been down for me emotionally and, while I choose to not discuss them in this blog for personal reasons, just know that I've been upset about things for several days now and I've yet to see the light at the end of this tunnel.  And from that perspective, I write this post.

Because Fate likes to kick me while I'm down, yesterday morning I got the most interesting email at my blog email address.  Presumably in response to my post on my reaction to Dr. George Tiller's murder, the email sender wrote nothing but an incomprehensible string of curse words.  Buried among those curse words were the words "I hope you die like Tiller." 

Yup.  I guess that's the "pro-life" movement for ya.

I have long been a vocal opinionated blogger (well, except for my boring early stuff--please don't look at anything written in 2006) and I'm certainly not going to stop voicing my opinion just because some nut job terrorist sympathizer decided to email me his death wish.  But I have long hoped that some of my posts, some of my soapbox moments actually reach some people.  And maybe I don't change opinions, but maybe I encourage people to consider a view that is different from their own, encourage them to walk in someone else's shoes to see why someone would feel differently than they do.

I have received emails from strangers who read my blog thanking me for shedding light on a topic that is important to them, or a topic that helped them realize something or learn something new.  I get choked up sometimes just reading them.  It feels so good to help people, it really does (so much so that I've made a career out of it).  And then there are emails from people who don't like what I write.  And sometimes I write them back.  And occasionally, we get into an email debate and that person finally accepts a differing view (notice I said accept not agree--hey, change is change, no matter how small).

Yesterday, upon reading that email, I realized that there are some people that will never change.  That will never be open to another view.  That would threaten someone with a different view in the name of their god.  That would rather wish death upon someone to silence that view. 

I'm not in the least bit threatened by this anonymous coward person.  But I am saddened that there are people who have no qualms sending such an email to an opinionated blogger who has never performed an abortion and has never worked in a family planning clinic but who passionately supports people who do and the women who seek these (legal) services.

Yeah, I am totally one of those idealist do-good-er types.  I work to open minds and change hearts, not just through this blog but in my community.  I've always felt that nothing is impossible.  But today, I feel like I've been slapped in the face by reality. 

Try as I might, there are just some people who will never change.

et tu, washingtonian?

It's the magazine cover heard seen around the world. Oh lordy. I'm so embarassed.

image courtesy of washingtonian.com

I was and still am an Obama supporter. However, this is our president! He's not a celebrity. First it was countless fluff magazine covers (fluff = In Touch Weekly, People, etc.) pre and post-election. Then it was the craziness over Bo, the family puppy (who already has several books in the works). And now this photo of the President on vacation after the elections is a magazine cover? And it's on the Washingtonian! I expect these shenanigans from People, not Washingtonian Magazine.

The celebrity worship of our President and his family (and the dog) must stop.

Pretty soon, we'll be seeing this headline in the tabloids:
Barack and Michelle: Trying for another baby!

Let the bumpwatch begin.

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In other happier news, Bilbo from Bilbo's Random Thought Collection recently awarded me with the Blog Friendship Award!

I'm incredibly honored that Bilbo picked me for this distinction. If you haven't checked out his blog, you definitely should. His writing is excellent with just the right touch of snark. And he has this lovely feature called Cartoon Saturdays that is always good for a few chuckles. Plus, I've had the pleasure of meeting Bilbo in real life and he's extremely personable and funny. So, thanks, Bilbo! And, blog peeps, go read his blog!!!

The best thing about this award is that I get to give it to five other bloggers! Woot Woot.

Before I do, here is a description of the award:
"These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to five bloggers who must choose five more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."

Without further ado, here are five bloggers who I feel are worthy of this distinction:

Instatick from Questionable Rationale--I love her blog, she definitely speaks from the heart. We have such similar opinions that I think we share a brain. Plus, her doggie, Sadie, is the cutest!

Lexiloo from Tea and Crumpets--Lexiloo does an excellent job of engaging her readers in her blog which makes me want to come back and read more. Ha! I just said 'engaging.' Lexi and I have bonded over our mutual desire to get engaged to our significant others who may or may not be picking up on our signals. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you too, Lexi!

Zandria from, well, Zandria--I've met Zandria in real life and I have to say that she is just as pleasant in person as she is on her blog. Plus, she often follows up on my comments via email, which just makes her even more personable!

Mad from Diary of a Mad DC Cabbie--While I've never met Mad, he has been gracious enough to help me out with some things in real life despite not really knowing me. He may be ultra snarky but his blog signature ("Don't forget the homeless") and his actions indicate that he really is a nice guy after all.

Zipcode from Capitol Hill 20210--Zip has no problem speaking her mind and bearing it all on her blog. It's kinda cool to read someone's blog long enough to witness that blogger going through a personal journey of self-discovery. Her frankness is refreshing to say the least.

Well, there ya have it. Please go visit these awesome bloggers!

so i finally gave in and went to a blogger happy hour...

For those of you who are outside of the DC or are not familiar with the DC blogging community, it's a pretty big deal around these parts. There are regular happy hours and meet ups and there are blogger hook ups and blog wars that often come out of those get-togethers. Personally, I've got enough drama in my life and I certainly don't want to get involved in any blogger drama because that's just dumb. And I'm not really part of the blogger "in crowd", which I'm entirely comfortable with. If I want to meet a blogger whose blog I thoroughly enjoy, I meet them one-on-one. For me, it's less stressful that way.

So, when my friend-in-real-life and fellow blog peep, Zipcode decided to host a happy hour, I was really hesitant. What if I have nothing in common with these people (despite the blogging)? What if I'm the odd person out that stays silent the whole night? What if I don't click with anybody? What if, what if, WHAT IF!!!!

As it turns out, Zip assembled a pretty impressive crew of awesome blog peeps so I was freaking out over nothing (which is so often the case).

I had the pleasure of meeting the bloggers behind these cool blogs:

• Zandria whose pumpkin spice cupcakes I became familiar with before meeting her (they were so yummy)
• Bilbo's Random Thoughts who was a fun metro buddy after happy hour!
• Anything PJ whose sense of style is phenomenal!
• Tales of a Media Addict who loves guns as much as Zip does
• To blog or... whose hysterical zinger of the night made Zip turn redder than I've ever seen her! (hmmm...I probably shouldn't repeat it here, but it was funny)
• Life of Brian, who loves motorcycles and brought a friend who went to high school with Jesse (small world!)

The happy hour was lots of fun and I'm so glad I went!
I encourage you all to check out their blogs and add them to your readers. I know they're going on mine!

For those of you looking for today's World AIDS Week post, it's coming...

hey, that's me on CNN!

Yes, I was interviewed by CNN. But first, let me tell you how it happened.

I was checking email several weekends ago when I got an email from a writer who was researching an article for Slate.com. She had come across my blog post about my experience with skin cancer and she had wanted to talk to me about it. She was primarily interested in my long wait to see a dermatologist as she was doing an article on physician wait times.

I had a very pleasant conversation with Marina (the journalist). Before our chat, she had sent me a copy of a research study that was about to be published. Apparently, the study found that persons seeking a dermatologist for a cosmetic procedure get to the see the doctor sooner than someone seeking a consult on a potentially cancerous mole. Seeing as that I had to wait 2 months to see a dermatologist all the way out in Centreville (it was a 3 month wait in DC), I was particularly interested in the study as it had reflected my own experiences.

Marina had told me that she might not use our conversation in her article and I was fine with that. So, I thought, At least I had an intelligent conversation with a person about something I feel passionately about.

And then, on Tuesday, Marina’s article appeared on Slate. It turns out that she did mention me and our conversation (and provided a link to the blog). Before I knew it, my blog was getting a ridiculous amount of traffic. And then on Tuesday night, I got IT. The email from CNN. Apparently, they wanted to talk to me about my skin cancer story for a piece they were doing on the research study.

Following a phone interview yesterday morning, I was asked to appear at the CNN DC Bureau for an on-camera interview. Of course I said yes (otherwise, I would be known as the girl who turned down CNN). Eeeek! I was freaking out all day. After all, I wasn’t dressed for the occasion, as I wasn’t expecting to be appearing on camera while I was deciding what to wear in the morning.

In the afternoon, I showed up at CNN, got checked by security TWICE and then was swept away to my interview. Following my interview, I was asked to do some really uncomfortable action shots of me walking around (uncomfortable because I felt ridiculous doing it). Also, they wanted a close up of my biopsy scar (it’s on the back of my leg, so it’s not anything indecent to show), which required me to sit on a bench, with my back turned to the camera and my leg twisted out to show the scar. This was not a comfortable position. But I did it, nonetheless, because I didn’t want to be the girl who said No to CNN.

My interview appeared on CNN around 8:45 during a segment on the show, Out in the Open (yup, never seen it either). They showed only 15 seconds of my interview but it was ok. I got to be on national television! But the best part was being a part of a bigger message—that dermatologists really should put their patients’ health ahead of financial interests (AND that people need to be more careful with their skin). When I was asked by the interviewer what message I wanted to get out there, that’s exactly what I responded. I was disappointed that my answer didn’t make it on the show.

Still, it was a great experience.

And to think it would never had happened had it not been for this little ol’ blog...

friday brain dump: incriminating evidence edition

Last Friday, I allegedly went to the Little Black Dress Party, hosted by local “meh” station HOT 99.5. The alleged intention was to catch a glimpse of Perez Hilton, who equally fascinates and repulses me. I’m fascinated by him because he has somehow become the type of celebrity that he constantly bashes on his site. He repulses me because he can be unnecessarily crude, like when he insinuated that Christie Brinkley’s daughter was too ugly to be a model. However, the guy always seems to get the scoop on what’s going on in Hollywood. And seeing as that I come from a place where the latest celebrity drama would be the leading story on the local news, I can’t help but seek out the latest gossip.

Also, I allegedly went to the party to possibly catch a glimpse of Nicole Richie. I’m having a hard time believing she’s pregnant. The girl was so skinny before her alleged pregnancy! Don’t you need a menstrual cycle to get preggers?

Anyways, I may have allegedly seen Perez, but I definitely didn’t see the Madden Brothers, who were performing an acoustic set (and the reason why I thought that Nicole Richie would be there since one of the Madden brothers allegedly impregnated her).

The pictures below may or may not have been taken at the site of the party.
Yes, I dragged my boyfriend. He handled it well.


Here I am being silly with my friend.


I can’t believe I just admitted to going to that party. Oh well, at least I had a great time with my friends.

Have a fabulous weekend all!

…that is like, so RANDOM

It appears that I’ve been put on notice…I mean, tagged. At the request of the lovely Madame Meow at a Daily Dose of Zen Sarcasm (an excellent blog, BTW), I have been asked to give you 8 random facts about me. Here are the meme rules:

• I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
• Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
• People who are tagged need to write their own blog post about their eight things and post these rules.
• At the end of your post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
• Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
  

Before I give you my random facts, I want you to know that I actually worked hard at these (and by ‘worked hard’ I mean I brainstormed like mad while I was on the elliptical and the stationary bike during my workout yesterday). This is mostly due to the fact that some of my friends read this blog and they already know most of the random stuff about me. So I wanted these random bites to be truly, incredibly RANDOM. Let’s see how successful I was…

1. Little people scare me. No really, they do. I know that’s a horrible thing to say, but I can’t even get through Charlie and the Chocolate Factory without feeling incredibly uncomfortable. And I’m not even sure where this fear comes from. I’m a truly awful person, I know.
2. I’m actually REALLY looking forward to the Spice Girls reunion. In fact, I might even be willing to shell out some moola if they have a reunion tour and it comes to DC. And I will definitely get the greatest hits compilation CD. Come on, admit it. The mere mention of “zig-a-zig-ah” brings a smile to your face. Hopefully Posh Spice will dye her hair back to brown for the reunion. I’m so over that platinum blonde bob she has (actually, the bob is fine, I just hate the color).
3. I am 100% confident that the one decision I will never regret in my life is going to USC. The education was top notch, the extracurriculars were more than worthwhile, and the football team rocks! In fact, I wouldn’t even be in DC had it not been for the USC DC program. And when I have kids, they’ll definitely be going to USC. Jesse doesn’t know this, however. I’ve told him that I would want our kids to go to whatever school would make them happy, even if that school is Virginia Tech (his alma mater). But the truth is that I know they’ll love USC better.
4. I’ve always been an above average basketball player. In college, I played IM-REC co-ed basketball. During my freshman year, I played pick up games with the boys in my dorm but I had to convince my best guy friend at the time, Mack, to let me play. Let’s just say I was a blessing in disguise. Once, I spent an entire game making open three-point shots because the guys on the other team didn’t feel it was worth their time to guard me. I had made 4 in a row. When I jumped up to make my 5th shot, some guy from the other team decided to guard me a few seconds too late. I came down from my shot, landed on him, and then rolled over on my ankle. I limped for a whole week. That was the last of my pick up game days.
5. My all-time favorite movie is The Lion King (this is not the random fact). It came out in 1994 (I was 15 at the time). The year it came out, my mom bought me a whole Lion King kids bedroom set (which I happily set up in my room) and over the years, I have amassed quite a collection of Lion King stuffies. When I moved away to college, I tried to recreate my Lion King bed in my dorm and I brought a few stuffies with me. Currently, in my bedroom back in Cali, my bed is still all Lion King and the stuffies take up half of the bed. My bedroom is apparently my niece’s favorite room in my mom’s house (in case you forgot, Serena Rose is 2 years old).
6. My college roommate and I use to philosophize about male/female relationships when we weren’t cramming for Bio or Chem freshman year. We even came up with some of our own theories, including one that we tested over and over again. We called it the (Insert my last name here)-(Insert roommie’s last name here) Theory. It was our pride and joy. I can’t remember the exact wording, but essentially we theorized that a not-so-physically-attractive man could be made attractive if he had a great personality.
7. When I lived in California, I was always pretty tan. This was no accident. I would purposely lie out in the sun to get darker any time of year. Now, I am completely the opposite (well, that skin cancer really makes you avoid the sun at all costs). However, I still carry my Cali driver’s license with me (with a picture of a very, very tan me). Whenever I show my ID at bars and restaurants, I often get a double take and a “wow, you look so different now.” The difference between me then and me now is literally like night and day.
8. I have the biggest girl crush on Gwen Stefani. If I were a lesbian, I would totally want to hook up with her. Jesse really hates it when I say that.
   

Ok, I’m done. I don’t want to force anyone to continue the meme so I’m just going to throw some blogger names out there and if anyone wants to share some randomness, then go for it: sunchaser, dcweddingphotog, photobugchick , any of the Hokie bloggers on the right.

a little recognition goes a long way

I have never been one to brag about anything but whenever this little ol' blog gets some props, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. And my appearance on WaPo Express online definitely brought a smile to my face.

Here I am being quoted from my blog post about The O.C.:


The same post was also added to an OC fan site.

Awww...I heart all of you little blog peeps!

on being forced out of the blogger closet

Last week, one of my blog posts was found by a coworker and a link to the post was sent around the office. It was actually quite the traumatic experience and I’m just now comfortable talking about it. In fact, I haven’t even told Jesse and I normally tell him anything and everything (and usually in much detail). But now I feel the need to express myself and just let it all out.

When I saw the link to one of my posts in an email sent to the whole staff, my heart stopped. You hear those stories all the time about people who got fired from their jobs for having a blog. And although I don’t blog about work or even mention the organization I work for, I thought I’d be forced to kiss my great job goodbye. In all the months I’ve been blogging, I never gave much thought to the blog being discovered by a coworker. But now that it has been, I didn’t know how to deal.

After clicking on the link in the email, my coworkers figured out that it was indeed my blog. I had been outted as a blogger. Most of the responses from my coworkers were positive…some people thought it was pretty cool that I had a blog. Others thought it was great that I was writing about sexual health issues. And the president even made a joke about the ‘modified’ Kipling quote that follows the title of my blog (at the very top, under the beach). Phew, I thought. Looks like I’m going to get to keep my job.

But what happened next was unexpected. I checked my traffic counter and found that people in my office were looking around the blog, checking out old posts, reading my thoughts and my many stories. And I couldn’t handle it. My coworkers were reading my innermost thoughts and insecurities. They were beginning to find out who I really am. This was worse than the time my sister found my diary and read all the entries. I felt as violated as being poked and prodded during my annual well woman visit.

But I shouldn’t feel this way, right? After all, I’m the one who put myself out there. I’m the one who exposed myself for all the internet to see. I’m the one who is open, honest, and uncensored on my blog. I should’ve known that anyone can read me—my thoughts, my feelings, my opinions. I should’ve known that this could’ve happened.

Following the incident, my blog posts have been relatively reserved and ‘vanilla.” Blogging feels different to me. My feelings while writing these posts are held in check. But I’m not enjoying my self-restraint. I want to be me. I want to express myself with abandon. I want to speak my mind and not worry about what other people think. I was starting to think that perhaps, considering my new audience, I couldn’t do that any more. However, a couple of days ago I was inspired to write the Post About Porn in rebellion. In a short while, the frustration had been building and I didn’t want to restrain myself any more. So I thought about something inappropriate to write about and let my fingers do the rest.

What I say, how I express myself in this forum shouldn’t reflect on myself in the workplace. But my blog is me. It’s my outlet and my escape. The blog and my blog peeps have become my therapy and therapists. It has become one of my main forms of communication with friends. It has even introduced me to some new peeps that I totally adore. I’m hoping I can just write this out, this feeling that my blog is no longer mine, and it will soon go away...

Because I’m just not ready to give it up.

blog technical difficulties

I'm not quite sure what happened, but I was doing some blog clean up and some of you may have seen some old blog posts come up in your Google reader or Bloglines or DC Blogs live feed. I'm so sorry!

blogging milestone

In the most quiet and unassuming way, an OC girl reached a blogging milestone. Some time yesterday afternoon, my blog received it's 10,000th visit. I suppose I could use this occasion to pat myself on the back or something like that (or perhaps thank Wonkette for linking to me on occasion). But somehow, that just doesn't feel appropriate.

Instead I thank you, my blog peeps, for supporting what I do. I want to tell you that I appreciate you for being there for me, for listening to my gripes, for letting me express my insecurities, and for keeping me sane in this extraordinary world I'm in. I want you to know that I keep you in my mind as I write my posts, hoping that you'll like what you read.

To be honest, this blog is not always easy to write. Every post really is a raw, uncensored piece of me and it's scary to put myself out there like that. But I love hearing that I'm not alone out there. There are people out there who share my thoughts and feelings (I know, cuz I've heard from you). And I hope that, in some small way, I've helped you realize that you're not alone in feeling the way you do.

Thank you, blog peeps, for keeping me going.

my blog is not a substitute for me

My dearest peeps,

Back in March or April (I forget), my buddy Matt left the East Coast for the Best Coast. He then started a blog. He posts about all sorts of stuff—moving, meeting new people, checking out new places. It was a great way for me to keep in touch with him. I love reading his little stories.

Inspired by Matt, an OC girl living in a blah, blah, blah was born. I wanted my blog to be an easy way for my friends to get a Lizzie fix. Everything I post truly is me—honest and uncensored. Let’s get one thing straight though. My blog is not a substitute for the real thing.

Since the blog started, I hear from you guys with less and less frequency. I love that you read all about me and what crazy things I’m up to next. But the thing is, I wanna know about you. I’m curious to know how your lives are going. I have to know what your thoughts are. Please tell me about your love lives. I shouldn’t have to find out that you have a boyfriend because the relationship status on your MySpace page has changed (even so, I still love ya, Bruin).

I know that some of you think that Jesse and I are joined at the hip. Yes, that’s probably true. I'm not gonna front. We're a package deal. But I have not turned in to the girl who is all about her boyfriend. After all, you’re my friends, first and foremost. So here is my plan. Over the next couple of days, you will be hearing from me, either by email or phone (depending on the number of remaining cell phone minutes).

Why am I doing this? Because I miss you. And I want to say hi!

while the boyfriend was out...

Today is the day, peeps. Jesse gets back into town today, around 6 pm at Dulles and I can hardly wait. The time apart has been unbearable despite my attempts at distraction. The following is a list of things I was able to accomplish without the boo:

• Watched Season 3 of Sex and the City. I totally forgot that Season 3 moved beyond Charlotte’s wedding.
• Made dinner for myself 3 times. For that 4th dinner, I consumed a bowl of ice cream.
• Watered the plants. They’re Jesse’s, not mine so this is technically an accomplishment.
• I actually took out the garbage. There’s this unspoken agreement that I do not have to take out the trash unless I’m helping Jesse do it (and then he lets me take out the least disgusting trash bag).
• Killed some cockroaches (this is a big achievement because I don’t do bugs). Well…at least I think they’re dead. I tried to wash them down the drain. However, I think they have friends (like the one I didn’t kill yesterday who was apparently the search party for the “missing” roaches).
• Hung out with some really cool blogger gals. Thanks for the invite, ladies. Hope to drink with ya’ll again.
• Walked around the place naked. Oh, who am I kidding? I do that when Jesse’s around.

The following is a list of things I didn’t do without Jesse:
• The laundry, because Jesse has the key to the laundry room. Poor Jesse has only one pair of clean boxers left. I prefer that he walk around naked anyways.
• Pick up the mail, because Jesse has the mail key.
• Watch “Snakes on a Plane,” because we just have to go see that TOGETHER.
• Sleep. Cuddling with Manny helped, but not much. Besides, I was always cold.

I survived (well, I’ve got about 4 hours to go, but I think it’s still safe to say so). He won’t be going away to Denver ever again.

What? What’d you say? He’s got to go back to train more people? GOSH DARN IT!

i've unleashed another blogger into the world

Yesterday, a sexologist-turned-minister came to the office to discuss the relationship between sexuality and religion. I could write a whole post on that but I just had to tell you about what she said towards the end of her presentation.

She informed us that she now has a blog and that she thinks blogging is fascinating (I’d add a link, but you’ll see why I didn’t in a second). I turned a little red at this point because the two people in the office who know that I blog looked at me when she said this. The Reverend went on to say that she writes about the topic of sexuality and how it relates to religion almost daily. “It’s fun and easy,” she said, “especially when I’m angry. I just blow off some steam on the blog and let it go.” Then she said, “The challenge is to get people to read your blog” (yeah, tell me about it). According to her, the key to getting people to read your blog is to read other blogs and make comments. However, the Reverend does not have the time to read other people’s blogs, let alone comment. So in order to get her name/blog out there, she has hired a summer intern who gets paid $2 per comment. The intern is already a blog reader, so she reads other people’s blogs and then places comments under the Reverend’s name.

First of all, you really shouldn’t blog and expect people to read your blog unless you have the time to read other people’s blogs. It’s the Golden Rule of Blogging. How can you expect to be read if you don’t read blogs? It just doesn’t make sense to me. Please correct me if I’m wrong, but I think the reason why the DC Blogging community is awesome is because we all read each other. For the most part, we’re all connected through dcblogs.com, which is fabulous. This is not my attempt to be on DC Blogs noted. The site is truly freakin’ fabulous and I’ve been exposed to so many other blogs that I would’ve never thought to read (or it would’ve taken me a long time to find) had it not been for that site.

The Reverend then begins to field questions from the staff on how to start a blog and whether it’s free and if you could be anonymous (she recommended Blogger which is free and allows for anonymity). Again, I get looks from my coworkers who know I blog. I really just want to laugh. Blogging has been around for awhile now. It’s odd to me that some of my coworkers are just catching on.

One of my coworkers (who knows) came up to me afterwards and asked me how it is that I keep up with reading other blogs (apparently the Reverend made it sound like it was SO difficult to fit in to her busy schedule). Jeff chimed in, “Who has time to read blogs? People are just too busy.” Offended, I respond, “Well, some I’ve bookmarked and others I’ve added to Google Reader.” I gave my coworker a quick demo (Google Reader is your friend) and then she concluded, “I’m gonna start a blog. If Liz can do it, then so can I.”

Holy crap. Did I just inspire someone else to blog? Who knew I had any such influence?

even men who don't exist suck

Yesterday, a coworker emailed me a link to this blog about a woman who found out that her husband was cheating on her with her best friend. Immediately, I was drawn in by the potential for drama as the blogger enacts her revenge. So I checked out the blog and read with interest from the beginning.

It turns out her best friend, Lauren, had convinced her to start a blog as a personal diary for Emily. This suggestion followed a conversation between the two where Emily inquired about Lauren's sex life (little did Emily know that Lauren was sleeping around with her husband). Lauren felt that the only people who ask about other people's sex lives are those that are not satisfied with their own (I have NEVER inquired about someone else's sex life--yay me!). So Lauren thinks that Emily should start a blog (probably her ploy to read everything about Emily's innermost thoughts).

So Emily writes about the normal stuff like "Jason and I want to have kids," "I'm off to Nantucket for the weekend," blah, blah, blah. And then you feel this sense of impending doom when her brother (who apparently works near where her husband works) urges Emily to keep an eye on her husband and that he would hire a PI. Emily doesn't feel the need for a private investigator and thinks the PI would only reveal that her husband still smokes the occasional cigarette.

And then she finds out. In a short post she reveals that her husband is cheating on her. In the following posts, Emily decides to enact her revenge. It begins with a billboard (see left). And
then it continues with Emily giving away his collection of wine. After that, Emily shows us a video from her PI of her husband and her best friend in compromising situations. She then posts fliers all over the city (LOST DOG, insert pic of husband here) the next day. Her next move, waiving all the good players on his fantasy baseball team, doesn't really seem like such a big deal but it probably is to her husband. She follows that up with giving him back his favorite teddy bear piece by piece.

I begin to have real sympathy for this woman. As a woman who has been cheating on before, I can totally relate to what she's feeling. During the wine hour at work yesterday, we all supported this woman's gusto, her bravado, her guts to do this to her husband. She is the epitome of the scorned woman but she's doing something about it. She refuses to be a victim and that's something to be admired.

Anyone else think that this is too good to be true? Don't get sucked in by the drama! It was all fake! Damn you Court TV and your viral marketing campaign.

proof that people I don't know read my blog

Yesterday marks a momentous occasion for me--my second appearance in the Express' Blog Log! In case you missed it, check out page 32 of the issue of yesterday's Express. They quoted me from my Monday post, "the rain is just a teeny bit excessive".

To all the people who read my blog, I LOVE that you read me!