Holly Bear and Sex and the City

Holly Bear and Partner. How cute are they?
Holly Bear is the babydoll I have been doggysitting for about 3 weeks now. Our last night is officially tonight, but I might get her for another night depending on when the owners get into town. But I love her. She is my doggy soulmate. I will post more pics of her. What a cutie patootie baby doll. Sigh.

It's been awhile since I posted, and lots has been a happenin. 250 is going very well. I'm covering a LOT very quickly, and I just hope it'll sink in as an afterthought. You know, after the class.
Partner and I saw "The BreakUp" with Vince Vaughn and Jenn Aniston. Good flick, I have to say, though funny at times, not as funny as I thought. Definitely makes you think about relationships. Partner and I DEFINITELY argue about dishes and him WANTING to make an effort to do the dishes and actually doing them. Sigh. But that's the small stuff, and we're not supposed to sweat that, eh?

I've been watching "Sex in the City" that I've rented from my neighborhood Blockbuster, and I'm in love with the sitcom. It's totally true to relationship life of the heterosexual persuasion, but not necessarily true to real life. And it's definitely the white upper class female experience of the urban area. Not all of us fit in those categories. I also watched "Something New," a "black" film if you will, about a young AA women who is searching for an IBM: ideal black male. Also very "Sex in the City" esque, but definitely makes you think about privilege and the white vs. the black experience. Say for example in the film, the actress makes a statement that she's constantly reminded that she's black, but white people don't experience the same thing, and I have to say, I think she's right. We are so complacent in our white-washed worlds that we can't seem to look over the whitewalls and see what's on the other side. It's easier to be white. It just is. But what is the problem with accepted and owning your privilege? You're white, you can't change it, so accept it, acknowledge it, and use it to help realize that the world is a lot bigger than the suburbs. Good film.

In other news, it was brought to my attention that I am somewhat "loud" especially when I've been drinking. And I've given thought to this. And this is what I think. In WGS 250 we were talking about the issue of "verbal" space and physical space and how women are not supposed to take up much of either. That it makes people uncomfortable. And I've decided that I like being loud. I like that I can talk to people and be sociable. I like that I can have a good time. I like that about me. And I've had too many people (especially the Penis Posse) tell me otherwise. But the thing is, I don't see it as a flaw, and others might. So I suppose the flaw is in the eye of the beholder, just like beauty. Cheers to flaws. They make someone REAL. Like Shakespeare's Sonnet "If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses demasked, red and white, but no such roses do I see in her cheeks..." Is this the kind of girl who can stop traffic? No. Is this the kind of girl a subject of a fantasy? No. But she's real. She's got flaws. And that's what makes a life. So yeah for me. And screw everybody else.:)

Ah well. Holly is calling my name and I must appease her, for she is my doggie soulmate. And she's leaving soon. More to come.