I recently read an article in some magazine, YM or one of those cheesy teeny-bopper mags that I may or may not occasionally peruse while I'm killing time at the Library. The article was about woman crushes -- a non-sexual infatuation that women develop not towards other women, but towards their lives. In other words, a woman doesn't want to be with her woman-crush, she wants to be her woman-crush. Now I know that since I brought the topic up, you are now wondering who I have a woman-crush on. I'll tell you. I want to be Sydney Bristow. I just finished watching the first whole episode of Alias that I've ever seen. I am going to rent seasons 1 and 2 on DVD tomorrow. Woo hoo!!!
Speaking of Woo hoo!!!, I am leaving for Vancouver in less than 1 week!!!
I made an interesting yet disturbing observation the other night at the Seanchaidh (shawn-a-kee) show. An alarming number of men who wear kilts insist on sitting with their knees open! Do they not realize that anyone can see their meat??? Do they not care??? Are they airing something out up there??? What is up with this?!?! Ewww!!! Close the knees there, laddy!
To know yourself, you must know where you are, where you came from, and where you're going.