Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Wall Street Analysis of Gold Diggers
My best friend found this posting on Craigs List. It reminded me of a girl I once knew..
Read all the way through. Trust me, it's well worth it.
PostingID: 432279810
What am I doing wrong?
Okay, I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm a beautiful (spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I'm articulate and classy.
I'm not from New York. I'm looking to get married to a guy who makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don't think I'm overreaching at all.
Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could you send me some tips? I dated a business man who makes average around 200 - 250. But that's where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won't get me to central park west. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married to an investment banker and lives in Tribeca, and she's not as pretty as I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I get to her level?
Here are my questions specifically:
- Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me specifics- bars, restaurants, gyms
-What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won't hurt my feelings
-Is there an age range I should be targeting (I'm 25)?
- Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles on the upper east side so plain? I've seen really 'plain jane' boring types who have nothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys. I've seen drop dead gorgeous girls in singles bars in the east village. What's the story there?
- Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows - lawyer, investment banker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?
- How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking for MARRIAGE ONLY
Please hold your insults - I'm putting myself out there in an honest way. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I'm being up front about it. I wouldn't be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn't able to match them - in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a nice home and hearth.
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
PostingID: 432279810
THE ANSWER
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Dear Pers-431649184:
I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfully about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament.
Firstly, I'm not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits your bill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here's how I see it.
Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple a crappy business deal. Here's why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring my money. Fine, simple. But here's the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity...in fact, it is very likely that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won't be getting any more beautiful!
So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation accelerates! Let me explain, you're 25 now and will likely stay pretty hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you!
So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy and hold...hence the rub...marriage. It doesn't make good business sense to "buy you" (which is what you're asking) so I'd rather lease. In case you think I'm being cruel, I would say the following. If my money were to go away, so would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It's as simple as that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.
Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So, I wonder why a girl as "articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful"
as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to believe that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500K hasn't found you, if not only for a tryout.
By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then we wouldn't need to have this difficult conversation.
With all that said, I must say you're going about it the right way.
Classic "pump and dump."
I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of lease, let me know.
Monday, October 08, 2007
A girl only turns 23 twice. If she's very lucky, maybe three times.
When I first turned 23 I was depressed for days. I sat outside my Athens apartment patio with one hand holding a cosmo, the other holding a cigarette. My best friend, Kim, kept me company as I sat for hours contemplating in which direction I wanted my life to go in. My father had just passed and the job I had recently scored in Manhattan along with a newly signed leased would eventually live out another girl's dreams.
This last quarter ended just as it started-extremely rough, highly emotional, and leaving me questioning what the hell am I doing? In desperate need of a break I decided to lose myself in the most fabulous city in the world, NYC. Mr. Big and I left on whim about 2 weekends ago. To my astonishment, as I was walking around the entire tiny island, I noticed how lovely all the Manhattan women are. They all look so well polished with glowing flawless skin and teeny waistlines. Everyone talks about how rude New Yorkers are but actually I beg to differ. Unlike in the south, where everyone is as fake and pretentious as they come, I find northerns's straightforward approach highly refreshing.
Friday evening, Big and I went to dinner at a darling jazz club in Soho. It was very New York. Saturday, however, it began to rain horrible. We tried to adventure out but when worst came to worst, we sat down at a cafe in Central Park and began watching the sky shower the city. As we were sitting there, I began to cry heavily which evoked a rather large and deep, life-changing conversation. All my insecurities about school and about my future just seemed to pour out of me. Everyone around us at the cafe thought Big was breaking up with me. As if.
I left so early Sunday morning that we didnt have anytime to play. Naturally, it was a gorgeous day. I should have expected this much. The funny thing is that even though I didn’t get that much time away and even though I had my very public meltdown, it's probably the best trip I have ever taken.
4 years later I find myself turning 23 again. This time the transition has been much smoother. I have started school with a completely new outlook on life. I have a new job that I absolutely adore, revisiting a new therapist to help iron me out all my negative complications, and I've even signed up to be a counselor for children with eating disorders. I still don’t quite know where Im going in life but I suppose I'll figure it out eventually. And when I do figure it out, here's hoping I’ll already be in New York. Can hardly wait.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
I am so poor I applied for a new credit card just for the free coffee
This morning, after only 3 hours of sleep and battling it out on 285, where semi trucks dominate the road and every minute I feel will be my last, i came into work only to discover a paycheck made out in the amount of pocket change. Sipping on horrible office coffee, i attempted to pay my bills online. This isnt the first time Ive realized I live WAY above my lifestyle or the first time I've made broken promises of changing my spending habits, but it is the first time I have accepted the fact that I am going to be in debt for a very, very long time. It would be alright if I was spending money on something fun and exciting, like on makeup or a new wardrobe. But the sad reality is all my money goes to food, school, Kinko's, and energy drinks to help me stay awake at night.
I need a second job to help pay for school. I need 2 Grand before the new quarter begins. Considering this goal may be a little unrealistic (Im not on student loans thanks to a Sicilian mother who doesn't understand the concept of borrowing the government's money), I decided to apply for a new credit card strictly for 5th quarter's tuition. I already have an Apple credit card, a Chase MasterCard, a Capital One Visa, a Circuit City credit card, a Bloomingdales credit card (which will be closing this afternoon, A Victoria's Secret Angel card (my favorite), and a hardly-used Niemans. What's one more? I considered getting a Delta Visa card for the free flights program. Reading the very thin, almost invisible, black print, I learned that the only way to receive the rewards is if I pay an annual fee. The annual fee is just as much as a round trip somewhere. Scandalous. So, I've applied for the next best thing, a Starbucks Visa. I get $25.00 in Starbucks money after my very first purchase. Every time I spend a $100.00, I get additional Starbucks credit. With the tuition increase and the cost of Bob's Radio class next quarter, I'll be swimming in Starbucks. I am sure there is a catch somewhere but my eyes are too tired to read anything further. I cant wait until the day I am out of school, out of debt and living a much more riveting lifestyle, like one that will have me living in a rat and cock roach infested studio in NYC. Now that's worth every penny.
loves,
mer
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Crazy career always getting in the way
It seems like every time I answer my Razor these days, one of my girlfriends is on the other end screaming about getting engaged. How did this happen? When did my friends suddenly stop being sex fiends and start sucessfully having serious relationships? When did they trade in their crazy, drunken late nights for early, sober ones? And most importantly, when did all my girlfriends suddenly turn into these scary things called Brides-To-Be?
Don’t get me wrong, I think one day I would like to settle down. But that one day is not any time soon. I figure, what’s the rush? I would really like to establish myself in the career world and become financially independent before signing away my single life, forever. What I really question is, why do so many women feel like they have to trade a career for a man? Why cant women have both? We don’t live in a Leave it to Beaver world anymore. Unfortunately, divorce happens in 1 in 2 marriages. Women should prepare themselves for that. I am no feminist by any means but women should really stop relying on men for all their financial support. Its 2007- it’s about time women start taking control of their own fortune and happiness in life.
I recently read a darling article (atleast at first thought) in the July issue of Skirt. It was written by a very intelligent Columbia graduate. At first, I thought it was written beautifully, witty, and gave the whole prenuptial agreement a whole new light.
Wife For Hire
Sure,” I tell my fiancé the first time he mentions a prenuptial agreement. I’ve always assumed he’d want one. He has money and that’s what people with money do- they protect it.
“I don’t really care about it,” he says with an apologetic grin, “it’s just that my financial adviser…”
“It’s ok,” I interrupt him, “I’d love to.”
A couple of days later, on a warm early May evening, as we sip wine on the porch of his Cape Cod summer house, discussing what music to walk down the aisle to, he brings it up again. What a romance killer! The last think I want right now- two months before we vow for better or worse, till death do us part-is to be dragged into a debate of who gets what in the event of divorce.
“Just draft the damn thing with your lawyer and I’ll sign it,” I say and get up to prepare dinner.
The third time he invokes the prenuptial is to tell me to get a lawyer. Unless I am legally represented, the contract is invalid. It isn’t enough that I have to plan the wedding and arrange the honeymoon, but I have to look for a lawyer too?
“Don’t worry,” he says, “my attorney recommended one for you. Just call him and tell him that Mangold referred you.”
While I admire the Manhattan skyline through the floor-to ceiling windows of my lawyer’s midtown 19th-florr office, he gives me a brief review of New York State Marital Law.
If an asset is acquired after the marriage, he says, it is considered marital property unless it is a gift or inheritance. In the event of divorce, marital property is equitable divided between the spouses.
It sounds pretty fair to me, and I nod.
“You understand, don’t you,” he says, looking into my eyes, “that with the prenuptial agreement your fiancé is asking you to waive the rights granted you by state law?
I snap to attention. “Waive my rights?”
“He’ll specify in the prenuptial agreement what he wants to give you instead of what you the rights to have under state law,” he says and explains that these kinds of agreements are usually structured around the number of years the marriage lasts.
“Does that make sense?” he asks.
“It sounds just like the contract I signed at work.”
I get it now- my fiancé is hiring me for a wife: “Here’s your contract, honey. If you quit or I lay you off, say, in two years, you get this much, in twenty years, this much.”
And it’s up to my attorney to get me a fat severance check.
Just as I’ve become comfortable thinking in the plural and planning for our future, the prenuptial forces me to revert to thinking of my interests. To protect myself for the man I am marrying.
Call me a hopeless romantic, but when did divorce become as inevitable as death? Sure, shit happens, but I don’t want to be thinking at the alter, “till divorce do us part.” What bothers me most though is the feeling I am assigned a price tag. And a low one at that.
Later that evening, when my fiancé thanks me for dinner, I force a smile before I reply: “that’s why you pay me the big bucks, boss,” I say. He looks at me in dismay.
“Wait, you havent even hired me yet,” I go on. “I’m jus the intern, busting my ass for free in hope of being prompted to Wife.”
He doesn’t find it funny. And he’s right. What’s gotten into me lately. I’ve turned bitter, and as he points out, we havent even discussed the money yet. But that’s because it’s not about the money.
The prenuptial had made perfect sense to me when I thought it was mean to protect the assets my fiancé would come with to the marriage. Now that I know it safeguards the money my husband will make while I am at home taking care of our children, I am no longer sure.
After three years together, we have figured out that-surprise! - he has a comparative advantage in bringing home the bacon while I’m better at cooking it and cleaning up afterwards. As long as we’re both happy with the labor distribution as such, it sounds like an equal partnership to me. And should there be a divorce, both parties-according to the state law-walk away with half of the bacon accumulated during the marriage.
I can see how it might seem unfair to have to divide what he makes. After all, housekeeping and babysitting, which we both agree would be my share of the deal, are not the most profitable jobs. And should we make a numerical comparison, my contribution would seem pathetic at best. But how about all the money I will not be making because instead I’ll be changing diapers and cooking dinners?
I picture us divorced in 10 years. He- a successful gray-haired professional in his early fifties, behind the wheel of a convertible, a twenty-something chick next to him. I- in my forties, an out-of-shape divorcee with two kids and no job. He’s only gotten richer, while my value (professionally and physically) has decreased faster than his car’s. What’s so wrong with sharing the money we’ve made for these 10 years? And I mean we, for I would have built no career, secured no highly-paid job.
The more I think about the prenup, the more I worry. Wouldn’t it allow my future husband an easy way out? Wouldn’t it turn our marriage into a risk-free deal that can be easily broken should a younger-than-me stray woman show up? I shouldn’t be distrustful of my fiancé, I scold myself. But, then again, would he need a prenuptial if he trusted me?
But that is what marriage is all about. We are both taking risks by undertaking a life together. He risks losing money and I risk losing a career. And it seems to me-if we are to keep score-that the latter is a lot more valuable. It provides money but also fulfillment. I’m willing to give it up for our future family but if we are to divorce one day, a forsaken career would be worth more than money can buy.
We married in July, sans the prenuptial.
So, like I said, I first read this and I thought it was super cute. Then a couple hours later, I started getting bothered by this woman's thought process. If the woman is so worried about losing a chance at a career then why doesn’t she just have one? Why cant she have a family AND a career? And why does the woman already envision herself as an old hag at the age of 40? My mother is 65 and still looks like she is 40. That’s certainly not by luck. It's because she takes very good care of herself.
I just think women are worth more than just being a man’s slave, so to speak. If a woman is happy becoming a housewife then more power to her. I don’t think I could do it, but that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with being one. Just don’t bitch about it like the woman in the essay. She is making a conscious choice to give up a fulfilling career, as she states it. She could have both, the family and the career, but she chooses only to peruse one path, not both. I don’t know, just seems like this marriage thing is worth more trouble than not. I am sure one day I’ll be ready for it but as of right now, I am definitely enjoying playing the field.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Comedy Hour with 2 men named Dave
For the last couple of weeks Ive been struggling to keep my spirits up. Something mean recently happened to me and it’s just been hard to swallow. I’ve had no motivation to blog or to be around anyone because I’ve been consumed with all these negative thoughts swimming in my head. My best friend, knowing how much I love Sedaris, sent me some of his sound clips this evening. I instantly feel a million times more inspired. I am seeing him perform live in October. Can’t wait!
I posted 3 David Sedaris readings below. I highly recommended reading Me Talk Pretty One Day. Easily, one of the funniest books ever written.
Also, I added 3 Dave Chappelle jokes to the playlist. He’s an exceptional storyteller as well.
Hope u like
mer
Gold Digger in training
One week into my new job and I've already met a man who offered to pay for my gym membership, car payments, 4 Dave Matthews tickets, my recent car accident, and next quarter's tuition. He said I could take the money with no strings attached but lets face it, when it comes to money, there's always strings attached. Naturally, I said no and had no regrets. Then, this evening, while I was at work, guess who offers to buy me 4 front row tickets to Dave Chappelle? Each ticket cost like 200.00 but it would totally be worth it. I am a HUGE fan of Chappelle and dying to go to that show this weekend! As much as I wanted to say yes, I said so sorry but I cannot. I wonder what he'll offer me next?
Monday, August 20, 2007
Tool Time in Hotlanta
When Chrissy and I strutted up to East Andrews around midnight, there was already a line wrapped around the corner. We waited near a red-carpeted entrance for about 15 minutes until a very impatient valley girl ran up to the line and demanded to be let in. 5 minutes later, Chrissy and I would be weaving in and out of men (and some women) dressed in very trendy garb. As Chrissy and I made our way to the bar, 2 unbelieving Global Warming Texans approached us and did their very best to impress. From bragging about being high school baseball coaches to attempting Bush comedy, the two men, dressed in oversized blazers, failed miserably at sustaining our attention. We walked away and strolled into a very muted light room. A man, looking identical to Horatio Sanz from SNL, immediately started hitting on Chrissy. He was extremely nice but just tried way too hard. After 5 minutes of bragging about his sister working for VH1 and Scott Bayo, Chrissy and I disappeared into the courtyard. Surrounded by Prada-clad gals and clean-cut chaps, we met 2 new boys, Mr. Shorty Short and Mr. Tooly Tim. In the course of our conversation, we met another man who would be sporting a flamboyant man purse. Mr. Man Purse claims he founded Nascar and owns about 1/3 of Atlanta. I wonder how many women that line works on?
Overall, East Andrews is fun if you are into people watching and something very chill. If you are looking for a date or someone to spend the rest of your life with, I would head somewhere else. Unless you are into tools. And then in that case, hammer away.
Next week, No Mas! (or maybe M lounge)
Loves,
mer
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Beer's a bitch
I am constantly finding myself with men dilemmas. I have a habit of falling in love with all the wrong men. Recently there was Mr.I Love Live Porn, dude. His thing is watching friends fuck his girl. However beautiful he may have been, that is a menu order I would never choose. Then who could forget Mr. Big, who NEVER wants to settle down, Mr. I love to pee on women and then fuck them, and of course, Mr. I am so beautiful lets spend the entire date talking about it. Freshly added to the list is Mr. I have an addiction and it’s not you. I know I should probably walk away, so says my head. My heart says I need to tough it out and put the bitch in her place. Plus, last night, my “number” increased. By a half. For nothing else, I need to finish what I started. Even if it means riding the rebound ride a little bit longer.
Monday, August 13, 2007
25 SIGNS YOU HAVE GROWN UP
With my birthday fast approaching, I am dreading getting older. At the end of September, I will be 27. Not looking forward to it at all. My friend sent me this list the other day and sadly, I answered yes to most of them.
1. Your houseplants are alive, and you can't smoke any of them.
2. Having s-x in a twin bed is out of the question.
3. You keep more food than beer in the fridge.
4. 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed.
5. You hear your favorite song in an elevator.
6. You watch the Weather Channel.
7. Your friends marry and divorce instead of "hook up" and "break up."
8. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14.
9. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as "dressed up."
10. You're the one calling the police because those %&@# kids next door
won't turn down the stereo.
11. Older relatives feel comfortable telling s-x jokes around you.
12. You don't know what time Taco Bell closes anymore.
13. Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.
14. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonald's leftovers.
15. Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt
16. You can't take naps from noon to 6 PM anymore
17. Dinner and a movie is the whole date instead of the beginning of one.
18. Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 AM would severely upset, rather
than settle, your stomach.
19. If you're a gal, you go to the drug store for ibuprofen and antacid, not
condoms and pregnancy tests.
20. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer "pretty good stuff."
21. You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time
22. "I just can't drink the way I used to" replaces "I'm never going to
drink that much again."
23. 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.
24. You drink at home to save money before going to a bar.
25. You read this entire list looking desperately for one sign that doesn't
apply to you and can't find one to save your sorry old butt.
BONUS: When you find out your friend is pregnant you congratulate them
instead of asking "Oh S*$# What Happened?"
Hotlanta gets Freaky
Upon arriving, Chrissy and I walked straight to the bathroom where we met a 70 year old, white haired stripper wearing a Little Miss Riding Hood dress and blue eyelashes. She was lecturing another striper about STDs. “Never let toilet water splash your coochie.” Very educational. Little Miss Hood asked us if we wanted a dance. We kindly declined. After our field trip to the bathroom, we headed up to the cash only bar where we met Mr. Hunchback, an ex Clermont bouncer. In the course of the evening, Mr. Hunch shared multiple stories and secrets, secrets I could share but it would be more fun if you witnessed them first hand. He bragged about the different celebrities who party at the lounge when in town; everyone from Kid Rock and Marilyn Manson to Bubba Sparks, Chris Rock, and Outkast have played within the Clermont walls. The only downfall of the evening was when a very shady clown walked in. I am deadly scared of clowns so when I first saw the longhaired, red nose freak, I began to panic and almost broke into tears. Clowny didn’t stay very long, but long enough to tell that he was wearing flame covered contacts and had sawed down his teeth. Nasty.
So why visit the lounge? Other than being voted as one of the best dive bars in Atlanta by Maxim Magazine, the best bar in the county by Esquire, and recommended as the place to visit before you die by GQ, it is a staple in Atlanta history. Few other places have sustained Atlanta's attention quite like the Clermont. This lounge is really one of those places that you must see at least once, even if it is just for the mer shock value. Like Maxim says, “Clermont is, like aged spirits, appreciated by some but likely to make uninitiated eyes water.” Just don’t look anyone directly in the face and you'll be fine. And be very weary of the clown.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Damn! I wish I came up with this!
Since taking Paul's Branding class, I've been paying closer attention to car advertisements. My group is working on Audi and running into every problem you can think of. Today, as I was watching Tiger win another PGA title (honestly, cant someone else win for a change?), I saw this commercial. So simple and yet so amazingly good! I really wish our group came up with this. And if you listen to the song one of the lines goes-how much does it cost? I'll buy it- Genius. Now I suddenly have an urge to rush out and buy a Jeep. And they say subliminal messages don’t work. I beg to differ.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
If I had a million dollars
If you were a millionaire, you could possibly buy...
The most expensive house in America.
Three Ponds, Bridgehampton, N.Y.
$75 million
It has a U.S. Golf Association-rated golf course with its own pro shop, a 75-foot-long swimming pool with pavilion, grass tennis court, orangerie and three fish-stocked ponds, and 14 gardens.
a $30 Million bikini. The bikini features over 150 carats of D Flawless diamonds, including a 51 carat D Flawless Pear Shape, a 30 carat D Flawless Emerald Cut, a pair of 15 carat D Flawless Rounds and a pair of 8 carat D Flawless Pear Shapes all set in platinum.
How about a $1.6 million bed? It magnetically floats in thin air. Dutch architect Janjaap Ruijssenaars created this comfortable and alluring bed. The bed floats about 40 cm off the floor and can hold up to 900kg of weight. (I secreatly want one)
Nicknamed Le Million. This cell costs $1.3 mil
$14,000 for a Tea Bag
Tequila Ley, Platinum and White Gold, sells for $225,000 a bottle.
For $1.5 Mil, you could buy Elton John for an evening
Only $50,000
The Yalos Diamond LCD TV costs $130,000, but its really worth it. You see, the LCD TV is plated in white gold and encrusted with 20 carats worth of diamonds
Monday, August 06, 2007
Hotlanta finds fun in unexpected places.
Hidden on the corner of Roswell and Piedmont Road hosts one of Buckhead’s best-kept secrets, Tin Lizzy's (www.tinlizzyscantina.com). A very chill, cheap bar packs this intimate watering hole with good-looking people. Chrissy and I arrived Friday evening, a little before 11, just after her roommate made the recommendation. At first we had our reservations; Buckhead is known for entertaining a very young, very inexperience crowd. Pushing almost 27, I try to avoid all places in which the majority of drinkers are underage.
We found the place by pure luck, almost driving right past. Parking however did not come as easy. Forced to park and walk about a block away, we choked it up as just being able to savor in more alcohol. As we were entering Lizzie’s, 3 very good looking and tipsy men were walking out. They flirted with us, we flirted with them, and the evening started off great. Live music from a quant patio echoed inside as table of men watched Barry Bond on one of the 3 flat screen TVS. I discovered the best way to meet men is by standing by a flamboyant baby blue and pink jukebox pretending to pick out a song. In the course of about 25 minutes, a tall dirty blond with piercing blues, a charming brunette with adorable dimples, and a salt-and pepper cowboy that proved age is always kinder to men than women approached me.
By 1, everyone had pretty much cleared out, making this place a great place to pre-drink. Instead of eating dinner, Chrissie and I went straight to the $15 pitcher of margaritas. However, after speaking to many regulars, Tin Lizzy’s has a killer Mexican menu. Supposedly, this little cantina marks one of the best in Atlanta. And an extra plus, it’s dirt cheap
Overall, if you are looking for a chill, laid back evening, perhaps a place to also meet good-looking people, I recommend Tin Lizzy’s. And with all that walking you will do to and from the car, imagine how much more you can drink.
Pros: Small place makes for cheap drinks, cheap dates, and a high chance of scoring more
Cons: Although I didnt eat here, I did glance at the menu. TL charges for chips and salsa. Not cool, TL. Not cool at all.
Grade= C, as in Could be better but fun all the same
Thursday, August 02, 2007
So Sweet
Monday, July 23, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Dont mess with Karma
When my best friend suggested we watch Unfaithful the night it was released, I couldn’t be more excited. It had everything I wanted in a movie- Diane Lane, who in my opinion, is the epitome of classiness, Richard Gere, whose been one of my favorite leading men ever since his Pretty Woman days, and one very beautiful Oliver Martinez. Sitting in the packed theater, sandwiched in between my best friend and a very large, overweight man who spilled into my seat, I was completely uncomfortable. I think it was the moment when a very distraught Richard Gere bashed Oliver’s head in with a snow globe that I officially checked out. However, America went crazy over the flick and gave out Oscars nominations for Best Film, Actor and Actress. That is the funny thing about our country- we love good drama, especially when it comes to the matter of the broken heart. This country was built upon scandals and we live for them. I think we can all easily remember the day Jen and Brad broke up. It was the same week the war started but people were way more invested in Brad dumping Jenn.
2 nights ago, while concepting Audi ads, Unfaithful came on TNT. Drunk with insomnia, I attempted to watch the movie again. Right in the middle of Oliver's brains spewing all over his beautiful brownstone, a friend from college called to inform me she's getting a divorce only after 3 years of marriage. Apparently, her husband has a wandering eye, an eye that has been wondering off to another man since early last year. Sure there were signs that Paul was not completely straight but everyone just figured he was trying to be metrosexual . He grew up Baptist and in attempt to please his parents he married Jenn, a very blond, very southern girl. Now poor thing is left with a messy divorce and a 2 year old, unhousebroken baby. Crazy how screwed up relationships can get. In one minute everything seems normal and wonderful; the next minute the world comes crashing down. Instead of, Till Death..., it should be Till Divorce, when the money has all been spent and you leave me for someone much younger and richer. I know I sound cynical and I shouldnt really. I have never had a bad breakup, I am friends with all my exes, and I have only been mistreated badly once. Also, my parents were madly in love even after 35 years of marriage and would have been going strong had it not been for Mr. Reaper escorting my father off to another party. So, I should believe in love forever but I suppose it's hard when I myself get so bored so easily and I see so many relationships around me fail. Really, I think I am just waiting till someone can prove me wrong with this whole love and marriage thing. Hopefully, if I do get married, it will last till death. And if it doesnt, I'll have a nice stash of snow globes waiting- never know when I just might need to shake things up.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
All I Really Need To Know I Learned from Blog
Cheers!
Friday, July 06, 2007
A very tipsey holiday
2 days ago, of the copywriters joined fellow PC students in celebrating Independence Day. At first I was a little timid in leaving my comfort zone and mingling with the designers. At school, typically designers hang with designers, copywriters hang with copywriters, and illustrators hang with illustrators. Funny how 2 empty kegs later everyone acts like best friends. Why can’t everyone just be cool all the time? I know for me, I have had so much tragedy happen in my life that I choose to personify a party girl image, keeping the most private and intimate moments to myself and a very select few. Life experiences have taught me to keep my distance from the majority of people and not to let people in to the “real” me. I know it’s sad but such is life. This evening I know I’ll go to school and I am sure I’ll by shy to say hello to some people I was cool with yesterday. We probably won’t talk again until the next party, when everyone is all boozed up again. It’s kinda funny in a messed up way. It makes me think of a very famous quote said by a very famous, wise man, “Alcohol, the cause and solution to all of life's problems”. Touche.
It's official!
The four women who spiced up Manhattan's singles scene for six years are def headed for a big-screen reunion after all. On Thursday, July 5, 2007, New Line Cinema, a corporate sibling of HBO sealed the final deal to finance and distribute the long-stalled picture. The project is set to begin shooting in the fall. Longtime series executive producer Michael Patrick King will direct the film from his own script and serve as producer, along with Parker and series creator Darren Star.
The movie presumably would arrive in theaters sometime next year.
Yea to Kim and Cynthia who couldn't find any other work and missed receiving a paycheck and therefore had no other choice but to make Sex into a movie!
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Very strange
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Tragic but true
She just doesn’t care!
While most young mothers of two children would stay home on a Monday night, Britney is not like most.
While most working women attempting a comeback after having kids would stay in and focus on their career, Spears just doesn’t give a damn.
While most recovering addicts would stay away from bars, Britney’s already been reported to be drinking again and hitting the clubs.
While most any normal female would never wear an outfit like that, Spears wants to look like a prostitute.
While most healthy adults have friends and family that tell them what they should here, Britney surrounds herself with paid friends and professional relatives, like cousin Alli, who joined her while partying at Club Joseph’s on Monday.
This crazy bitch rules!!!!
Don’t ever expect her to change her ways.
Trashy Brit to the end!!!!
Monday, June 25, 2007
A very Special birthday
When I called to wish my friend, Sherry, a happy 25, I anticipated loud, piercing screams streaming through my Razor. Upon dialing, I could already hear the obnoxious bragging about her “blinding and very expensive” engagement ring she so sure was getting the evening before. 2 months prior, Seann, Sherry’s boyfriend of 7 years, walked in to find Sherry and another man performing similar scenes from A Night in Paris. Apologies were made and forgiveness was given almost immediately. All of her friends, me included, never really gave it a second thought considering we all know how “special” Seann is. And by “special” I mean really, really dumb.
At the age of 15, Seann’s father died leaving Seann millions in trust funds. Seann was not supposed to receive a penny until the ripe age of 30. The weekend before Sherry turned 25, she receives a call from dumbass himself.
Seann: Yo! So I was all talking to my mother today? And she was all, dude, you have been working really hard lately and its about time you cash in those trust funds. So, babe I was thinking for your birthday we should totally celebrate or whatever.
Sherry: OH MY GOD BABY! Are you serious?
Seann: Yea, so I was thinking? Maybe you should let me plan your birthday dinner or whatever. I’ve already got a baby blue box ready for you.
Sherry (in a very squeaky voice, you know, the voice only dogs can understand): OH MY GOD!? Really?
Seann: So like you should dress really, really nice or whatever.
Of course, Sherry calls me 2 minutes after totally freaking out. The whole time all I can think is, WTF? A girl cheats on her boyfriend and she still gets Tiffany’s? Where the hell is the justice?
Turns out justice can be found conveniently in Atlanta’s Blue Point. They arrive at the restaurant at 7:30 and sit down in the back. Seann tells her, “Babe, this is my birthday gift to you so I'll take care of the ordering this evening.” In the course of the night Seann orders one bottle of Crystal, 4 tequila shots, three Jack and Cokes, and two very strong Cosmos. They share 2 orders of Sushi rolls, calamari (which is my favorite thing on the menu), 2 Fillet Minions, and desert. Just as they are about to finish, Seann grabs Sherry’s hand and says, “I need to ask you something very important.” He reaches in his coat breast pocket but pulls out empty handed. “Fuck. I left my present in the car. I’ll be 2 seconds.” He runs out of the restaurant to which Sherry tipsy text messages me, “He abot 2 aks me.” She takes lipstick and coats her lips with a dab of shine at the same time the waiter drops off a baby blue box. Inside a note is discovered, “You like getting fucked bitch?”
Mortified Sherry gasps so loudly everyone begins to stare. She looks around and since Seann is no where to be seen, calls his cell. It rings once followed by his voicemail. “You like to get fucked, don’t you bitch! Thanks for the dinner. Happy birthday slutty.” Beeeeep. Sherry resorts back to 5 years old, sobbing uncontrollably and very, very loudly. She calls again. Voicemail comes on after the first ring, again. “Are you crying bitch? Are you fucking kidding me? You wasnt crying that night you fucked Jason? Stop your fucking crying sluttina. So pathetic. And yo, if this is anyone else calling, ya like just leave a message and I’ll call you back or whatever.” Beeeeep.
The dinner only came to like $3 or $400.00 but the memory is priceless. I am so proud of my Seann. I would never believe he could do something so creative, so conniving, let alone keep it a secret for 2 months. Whenever I ask about that evening, Seann just smiles coyly and says, “Forget about it.”
Loves!
mer
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
The last cigarette
I was 18 when I started smoking. I have admired smoking the majority of my life- the look of a cigarette, how it feels in between my fingers, everything about smoking I love. When i was 3 I tired to pretend I was my cousin who smoked, desperately wanting to look as glamorous as she did. I never smoked in high school because I was afraid of what my mother would say. But when I turned 18 and realized smoking not only looked cool but also helped women lose weight, I was addicted fast. I would smoke everywhere, after working out, at the clubs, in the middle of the night- anywhere that allowed smoking. I was living in Rome when my addiction really got intense. I would go through 2 packs once a week.
I remember the first time my father caught me smoking. I was walking to one of Rome’s Piazza’s to meet my parents for breakfast. I was early, they were earlier. I walked into the Piazza with a lit cigarette in hand. It was then I caught my father’s face go from ecstatic to absolute disgust. I abruptly threw the cigarette to the ground and tried to convince my father it was no big thing. I cried all afternoon- I was so shameful I disappointed my father. It didn’t stop me from smoking, it just made me more cautious of where I smoked.
I am now trying to quit- for health reasons. It’s a habit I absolutely love and I really upset I am quitting- especially at this point in my life when I feel I could always use a cigarette. It’s not that I am addicted, because im not. I don’t get nicotine cravings or go into anxiety if I can’t get a cigarette. As crazy as it sounds, smoking is just the one thing that has always made me happy. It’s a great way to meet new people, it’s a wonderful ice breaker, and it’s a great way to distress. But considering I am scared of lung cancer and looking like Donatella Versace when I turn 40, I am saying good bye to my faithful friends. Sad
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Now, they've gone too far.
First they make Steve cheat on Miranda. Then they make Carrie wear bad clothing. Now, they kill of one the 4 women.
WTF HBO??? So upsetting. Sex is beyond ruined for me. Here is the news (according to Perez, which makes it 100 percent true because everything he publishes on his blog is true. for real).
Spoiler alert! Spoiler alert!
Stop reading here if you don't want to know!
Sex & The City's token ginger head, Cynthia Nixon has blabbed that one of the characters in the film DIES.
She refused to say who it is, though.
One of them dies?!
Who do you think it will be?
We think it will be Charlotte or Samantha.
Charlotte could die giving birth to that baby she's supposed to be preggers with.
Samantha's cancer could come back and maybe kill her?
It would be amazing if they killed of Carrie, though!!!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
And so it goes...
It’s studio week, roughly 11:30 on a Saturday evening. Ty has just come back to school after finishing another grueling day at work. I don’t quite know what he does at Target, however I can just imagine him humming endless hours to himself as he carefully displays the latest collection from “sell out” Isaac Mizrahi. I am freaking out for the about the third time today. Noah asked me to write copy for his Kurt Vonnegut project and I want to impress him. Although my concepts are creative, I can’t quite get the correct wording. Just 15 minutes earlier Ty assured me that “we” would make it perfect. Ty is so good like that, helping me when he himself has his own work to complete. We are trying to come up with different ways to advertise a dark beer using one of Kurt's favorite ponders, “What is the purpose of life?”
2 weeks prior to studio week I hardly knew anything about Mr. Vonnegut, a man, who in my opinion, shares similar physical features to that of an old Mark Twain. Once Noah asked me to write copy for his project, I tried to read as much as I could by Kurt in the little of time I had. I analyzed everything from his short stories to Slaughter-House Five. I immediately fell in love with Kurt’s extremely dry sense of humor, a talent very few people can pull off. I also made Ty read the same stuff (just so he wouldn’t try to get out of helping me).
So, here we are on Saturday evening trying to write something very Kurtish and whimsical. We work for about an hour laughing continuously. There is a designer in the lab who is trying to give us some ideas but they are absolutely awful, to say the least. He suggested we answer, “What is the purpose of life” by saying, “To find a good beer… and a girl who you drop off at 3 in the morning.” Yes, I realize that makes absolutely no sense at all but for some reason the designer thought it was pure genius. (We now understand why the designer changed his focus from writing to design). Finally, Ty and I come up with the perfect copy. It sounds awesome. One month later, the project even manages to find its way into the front case at school.
A couple days ago Mr. Kurt Vonnegut died. I don’t really know what to call the event, it’s not ironical, it’s not a coincidence, it just is what it is. I’m very sorry to see him pass. He was an extremely interesting and philosophical man. Through Kurt's profound words of wisdom, Ty and I became even closer with one another. Every time I think of Mr. Vonnegut I will now think of my Ty. It’s just one of the many reasons why Kurt has become one of my favorite authors of all time.
LOVES!
mer
Reminds me of my Corporate America job
One of my favorite shows on TV right now is The Office. Besides being very well written, the show mocks everything wrong in Corporate America. During studio week, I was introduced to the British, original version of the Office and it is far funnier than any NBC Office episode. I fortunately and unfortunately work for Corporate America- that is, when they actually have work for me to do. The company is a small sales and marketing company owned by a British man. Over the years the company has established itself as one of IBM’s business partners, a title that has turned everyone in our office from fun to absolutely insane/crazy. This week marked one of the worst weeks I’ve ever had during my 2.5 years there. I need money and yet I’m hardly getting any. Actually, take the “hardly” out of that sentence and replace it with “not.”
School is off to a great start. This is going to be a very tough quarter but I think the end result will be awesome work. Here’s hoping. Today I spent the majority of the day working on upcoming projects. During the day I worked with the wonderful copywriters at Barnes and Noble. At night I ended up at Starbucks with a very adorable designer. I actually had a lot of fun this evening. Who knew working this hard could actually be fun? Go fig
LOVES,
mer
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
I heart a boy named joshua
I am so hungry for a real job these days. School has been fun but I am ready to face the real world again, problems and all. I just finished reading the best book ever, And then we came to the end, by Joshua Ferris, aka my new boyfriend. It is about a Chicago advertising agency that is experiencing a downturn at the end of the '90s Internet boom and is so funny. The book was named one of the best books of the year, by New York Times, and was a national book finalist in 2007. A definite must read, especially anyone who loves the advertising world. Joshua also sold his book to HBO. In turn, HBO will make a new show based on the characters from the book. I think it will be even funnier than the office.
Intrigued? Here is an excerpt. This is exactly why I love the advertising world so much.
"A good deal of our self-esteem were predicated on the belief that we were good marketers, that we understood what made the world tick- that in fact, we told the world how to tick. We got it, we got it better than others, we got it so well we could teach it to them. Using a wide variety of media, we could demonstrate for our fellow Americans their anxieties, desires, insufficiencies, and frustrations- and how to assuage them all. We informed you in six seconds that you needed something you didnt know you lacked. We made you want anything that anyone willing to pay us wanted you to want. We were hired guns of the human soul. We pulled the strings on the people across the land and by God they got to thier feet and they danced for us.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
The beginning of the end.
to using these ugly brown ones.
People loved walking around holding the green cups. Who wants to be seen holding this ugly brown looking thing.
Also, they changed their adorable logo
to this hideous thing.
awful. just awful. On the bright side, Starbucks has lost so much money they have been forced to dump T-Mobile and hire AT&T in order to access free wifi in all their stores. welcome to the 21 century, Starbucks. Although, I think it may be a little too late.
And the rich get richer while I am in some major debt
Every couple days I receive advertising newsletters via email. They keep me updated on work/ latest news from ad agencies all over. This evening, only an hour after telling Jamie how much I hate Ketel One ads, I discovered Ketel One is spending $50 million on more print ads. They are using a very well-known agency on the west coast. They have been doing ads for the last 3 years. They are horrible. Even the Washington Post agrees with me and said, "the most urgent question raised by this campaign- what can be done to make it stop?" I guess not everyone has to have talents to be successful in this industry.
***ads up above are from copyranter.blogspot.com. so funny. almost as entertaining as my perez.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Best. Night. Ever
I was having the worst day today. I was all stressed about school and being poor but then out of nowhere I reconnected with someone I hadn't talked to in a while and it totally brighten me up. Now I am in the best mood ever. Too bad I wont be sleeping any time soon. Im off to pull my first all nighter. I have to work on making an extra large man's shirt resemble my life at this present moment in time. I am totally not digging this arts and craft project. Taking Sylvia's class burned me for life. And may I just end my blog with this final thought- kinda crazy how my Sylvia poster is still hanging up. They just moved it from one wall to another. It's not like it's that good. It's actually quite bad. However, Sylvia did think I was the only one who incorporated humour into their poster. Maybe she thought it was so bad it was funny? Who knows. Off to paint
loves,
mer
"All of us get lost in the darkness, dreamers learn to steer by the stars" Bob Dylan