It’s 11am in the morning. There is a foot of snow outside. Classes are cancelled. KU scrapes by with a win last night. What do a bunch of college women do to celebrate? Emulate our favorite basketball coach, of course! Move out of the way, Harlem Shake: The Bill Self Shuffle is taking on a new wave of internet sensation and dance craze.
Well, with Sunday arriving, by now anyone who was planning on celebrating Valentine’s Day (or pretending not to celebrate Valentine’s Day by celebrating alone) should have done so. And now you’re probably feeling the effects of that greeting-card holiday on the town.
Now, you might actually be actually hung-over, but for most of us, it’s probably less actually hung-over, and more about the love-hangover.
Yes, that’s right, I’m calling you out on your love-drunkness.
Now, being love-drunk is not something to be ashamed of. While it is embarrassing, it’s something that everyone goes through on occasion…or, all the time. What is being love-drunk, you ask? Well, it has many connotations. Shakespeare would probably say that it’s how Romeo felt when he met Juliet. My eight year-old self might say it’s what you feel when you find out the cutest boy in class likes you. The girl yelling on the street corner of my home at one in the morning would probably tell you in slurred words that it’s the reason she can’t figure out which way leads to the bus stop. I would like to say that it’s that generic rush a person gets when they begin to imagine all the romantic possibilities of Valentine’s day.
Love-drunk: Fun while it lasts, not worth it when it’s over.
What I find ironic are those vocal singles who take the time to verbally communicate their disdain for Valentine’s day, because what they’re actually saying is that they care enough about Valentine’s day to acknowledge it and post to the world how they feel about it. What they really hate probably has nothing to do with Valentine’s day, and everything to do with the fact that they are single.
This is my biggest problem with this made-up greeting-card holiday. Frankly, I find it almost depressing how society still puts so much emphasis on relationships and getting married. Don’t get me wrong—I certainly want both of these in my life, and yes these are very important, but not so important that we should need a holiday to remind us of them. Love and relationships are something that should be celebrated everyday—why do we need to designate one day out of the whole year to celebrate this? Frankly, I feel as though Valentine’s day could potentially be a cop-out for those who don’t want to put the effort into celebrating a relationship the other 364 days of the year. Are we that lazy? Do we need a designated holiday on the calendar in order to celebrate what is special in our lives?
I’m also saddened by the number of people who take this day to pity themselves because they are ‘alone on Valentine’s Day’. What’s wrong with being single on Valentine’s day? What is it with this idea that being in a relationship somehow correlates with happiness? Can’t I be just as happy on my own as I am with someone else? Sure, having a friend or a companion or a significant other to spend the holiday with is nice, but there is this disturbing cultural emphasis on having a boyfriend. I say having a boyfriend because this is something I notice particularly with women; not so much with guys. For some reason, it’s been drilled into our brains that we can’t be happy or measure the successfulness of our lives if we don’t have a man by our sides. This bothers me. If you are single, be happy! Have fun! Enjoy life, and friends, and good food. Don’t get love-drunk on those romantic notions in women’s magazines or Hollywood films. Drinking lots of water won’t prevent your hangover the next day. Just avoid the pity party all together and save yourself two pints of chocolate ice cream. Smile, look in the mirror, and ask yourself out on a date. Then buy yourself some flowers and make dinner reservations for one.
…Okay, that might not be the best thing to do, either. But I’d rather hear about your experiences doing that, than listen to the numerous woe-is-me stories we all know take over facebook on Valentine’s Day.
The moral of the story is this: your love-drunkness bothers me. Stop it.
*If you are experiencing uncontrollable love-drunkness and are ready to receive help, please visit, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lPQZni7I18, and feel renewed in your independence.
Close your eyes.
Okay, well don’t actually close your eyes. You won’t be able to read the rest of this.
Imagine you are half-way around the world–you’re in a completely new place, some place you’ve only dreamed of seeing. Take in how that makes you feel–you’re awestruck. You’re feeling so many things so fast you don’t even know how to process them. This is what traveling does to you. On the one hand, you are excited, ready to experience and see everything there is to see. You’re amazed by the stunning beauty of the land around you, and you’re probably a bit jealous that you don’t get to live there everyday. At the same time, you’re amazed to see how much of it looks familiar–ordinary, perhaps. And you’re even more shocked that the locals aren’t running around in awe and shock as well, craning their heads at weird angles just to admire all that is around them.
There’s a certain invigoration of being abroad, a certain magical quality that just makes everything so much more full of beauty. But the environmental aspect that struck me is how some place so different and so far away can look so much like home. I chose this picture specifically because it reminds me so much of Kansas. I can see Kansas in the trees and the grass, and even the half-hidden home looks like one I might come across if I’m ever wandering through the prairie. This picture was taken in the Scottish countryside. I can almost still here the grass swaying in the wind.
It’s so fascinating to see how humans as a race can yearn for anything and everything that isn’t where they are or what they have. I suppose we become desensitized to the ordinary, yet we are creatures of habit. Our contradictory nature baffles me. But it also fascinates me how the Earth can look so much alike, even on such very far distances. And how, the Earth can look so different, in such very close perimeters. I never stopped to consider how diverse and expansive America was until I spent a month in Britain. When I came home, I was astounded at how large a country we are. America is so large, we cover almost every type of climate zone, such as desert, prairie, mountainous, forest (several different types), coastal, etc. It’s incredible! And what’s even more amazing to me is how we, as Americans, look at ourselves and think we are such a small country. Perhaps not in actual size, but in mindset. We pride ourselves in individuality, yet–while you may witness small regional and cultural differences between states/multiple state areas–a Midwesterner and a New Yorker (not into high-fashion) might walk right next to each other, and if they don’t open their mouths, you probably wouldn’t know who was who.
But this is getting off track. The point is, traveling abroad puts perspective on your home, your life, and the lives of others. Not to mention, it’s extremely addictive.
And that’s where I’m at right now. The tough thing about this point in college is deciding where my ‘next’ lies. I honestly don’t know, but I’d love for to include some more insightful traveling. It’s frightening to not have a plan, but I suppose the best travel memories happen when you aren’t on a schedule, right?
Because I have the best roommate in the world, I got a ‘coupon’ (so to speak) for Christmas simply saying, “This note entitles you to a roommate-bonding activity, on me. Tell me when and where, and I’ll make sure that I’m there!” This is particularly sweet seeing as we are both flat broke and never find time to hang out, just the two of us. So, a week ago we decided we needed a Girls Night Out. Of course, as is defined by the rules of a Girls Night Out, we went to see a movie. A romantic comedy, if you will. A zombie flick.
Now, I’m not normally one to go for anything involving any depiction of blood and guts, even the movie-makeup kind. Actually, I’m not really one for romantic comedies or romance movies, either. In fact, I’m not sure why I wanted to see this movie. Probably just because I was certain it was entirely too bizarre a concept to actually pull off. Man, I was wrong.
Warm Bodies was actually a good movie. A good movie! I liked it so much I think I might actually buy it when it comes out on dvd/bluray–whatever the kids are calling it these days. But, because I feel slightly hipster in my obligation to justify why I liked this movie so much, especially coming from the same studio responsible for the entire Twilight headache people are calling ‘film’, here are a few reasons to go see the movie and decide for yourself:
1) This film makes a way better Valentines date than any sappy old romance movie. Not only is the movie funny–helping to ease those awkward date jitters–it has well-balanced action from the get-go and doesn’t overwhelm with the ‘romantic whims’ of the storyline. Basically, in the entire film, there is only one kiss scene, and it lasts for all of, like, eight seconds.
2) Nicholas Hoult is just fascinating to look at. I don’t want to give anything away, but there is a moment in the movie where Hoult’s character, R, has to wear makeup (a guy wearing cosmetics, whaaat?) Anyways, while indeed adding to the hilarity and presenting an almost uncomfortable resemblance to David Bowie, Hoult actually wears that blush and lipstick well. If I had any authority on the subject, I might even venture to say he’d make an attractive Drag Queen. This is a particularly interesting picture of him wearing sunglasses and accessorizing ravens. You get three ‘Poes’ up, Mr. Hoult, one for each Raven.
3) I’m a little sad to say that my pre-med roommate had to point this out to me, an English major and self-proclaimed literature-junkie, but the film actually made a nod to honest, good, classic literature (or, rather, Shakespearean play). ‘R’, and ‘Julie’ are star-crossed lovers whose societies don’t allow them to be together, literally because, well, R is a zombie and eats people, and Julie is the daughter of the man trying to protect the remnants of the human race. Got the reference yet? No? Yeah, took me a moment, too. Would it help if I mentioned there is a balcony scene that plays out almost exactly like the one in the play, except obviously there was not sunrise similes, or wistful yearning, or comparisons to roses. Got it now? Okay.
I was a little worried after that that the ending would not bode well for R and Julie, seeing as how successful *coughcough* their Shakespearean counterparts are, and I really don’t want to give away the ending, so let’s just say I walked away happy. I think the ending was well done, and though I’m sure a lot of people will have objections to the way the film went about concluding, I will just say that every once in a while you need a movie like that. It’s almost a relief.
So there you have it. My three-reasons-to-go-see-this-movie-because-I-liked-it-and-am-hyped-up-on-chai-tea-and-decided-to-blog-about-it.
Now, go watch it. Or don’t, that’s fine too. More Hoult for me.
P.S. If you want to check out the trailer, I’ve posted that on here, as well! Just check my other posts!