Category Archives: Generally Speaking
Teddy bears are awesome.
They’re cute, they’re cuddly and nothing reminds most of us of our childhoods more.
And then there is this:
Whether you’re interested in the writing and publishing world or you’re just looking for a bit of helpful life advice, this “Robert the Publisher’s Gem of the Day” post on Editorial Ass is actually applicable to pretty much anyone.
The Robert the Publisher posts are usually short and entertaining, but this is a little longer (more than 200 words), entertaining and – bonus – super insightful. Here’s a little teaser for you.
Late last night, Robert and I were both still at work. He called me into his office and told me to sit, then gestured to the little black single-serving coffee maker by his phone. “Want a cup?” he asked.
“Um, ok,” I said. I’m not the kind of person who should be drinking coffee after 10 am but I was already pretty nervous about what he wanted to talk about and didn’t think declining was a good idea.
“Do you take milk?”
“Yes,” I said apprehensively. Was he keeping milk under his desk? If so, how long had it been there? But then I saw the non-dairy creamer on the bookshelf and relaxed–a little.
Last Friday, I drove off to the Oklahoma State Fair with a group of my friends to eat deep fried Oreos, see day-old (and magically already smelly) baby animals, and – yes – enjoy a concert by none other than the original boy band themselves, Boyz II Men.
I know, right?
While enjoying the songs with a group of nostalgic twenty- and thirty-somethings (“I’ll make love to you, Boyz II Men!”), something started to bother me. Between every few songs, one of the members would stop to make a power speech to the audience, always along the lines of “For the past 20 years, you’ve always been there for us, Oklahoma – you know where the true talent and the true passion is, and that’s with us, and you’ve stuck by us that whole time.”
Now, hang on just a second there. First of all, you’ve really been putting out music for 20 years? I’m only 21. That’s a pretty broad statement.
But here’s the bigger deal. I actually am not their biggest fan – I was never that into their music growing up, and I can promise you that I was not the only one in that crowd of 6,000 people (one of the Boyz said that’s how many people it looked like were there) who felt that way. Maybe it’s not that big of a deal, but it made me wonder – how many guys think that their exes are just hanging around, pining for them and waiting for their big comeback?
Aww! I want him!
I remember a conversation I had with my aunts — both public school teachers — a few years ago about how they judge students by names. I don’t remember how we even came to the subject, but I remember that the aunt who teaches sixth grade science said boys with the name Spencer were always the worst.
A few nights ago, I was watching a movie with some girlfriends in my apartment, and during a pause the conversation turned to a small statue one of my friends picked up last year. It’s an African-esque statue of a man, fully nude and in full, um, regalia (it made our male friends uncomfortable, so we sewed a loincloth for it this year). Why do we have this? I think someone gave it to her. I’m not really sure.
But one of the girls over was Mr. Big’s serious girlfriend in high school and our first year of college, and she and I are now friends.