Welcome to my first, and possibly only, Top 5 Wednesday! I saw this over at My Tiny Obsessions, and since I couldn’t think of anything else to write about today, I ran with it. This week’s theme is Favorite Videos/Posts, so let’s get real meta and have ME talking about ME and MY work. I love narcissistic blogging!
1| I Can Die In Peace, Because I Saw Hamilton on Broadway
I will always enjoy remembering the INTENSE joy of seeing Hamilton on Broadway last December, and of getting autographs from the main casts, including Lin-Manuel Miranda himself. This post captures my raging emotions very well, I think, which is necessary because I must always remember that I was in the room where it happens. Continue reading
1| Intrepid Travel has created a year-long adventurer’s trek across the world, and I want to go so badly! Covering “34 countries, 5 continents and over 200 breakfasts” (lol) it’s not a bad deal at $75,000. Anyone want to fund me?
2| I am so late to the Kid President game, but his pep talk is a thing of pure beauty. “We got work to do – we can cry about it, or we can dance about it.”
3| J.J. Abrams explicitly says his new Star Wars movie was made so that women and girls would feel included in the universe, and my 8-year-old self is SO HAPPY. I’ve seen commercials where a young brother and sister team up to take down Stormtroopers with lightsabers, and I’m so glad a new nerdy generation will be raised without all the “I’m a girl – should I like this?” shame that I did.
4| I’ve never watched The Tudors, but this emotional reaction to the historical inaccuracies feels like it could apply to most TV shows (and movies.)
5| One Direction was on The Late Late Show with James Corden, where Harry lost a game of tattoo roulette and Louis sat on James’s lap pretending to be a cat, and I had absolutely zero feelings involving tearing my eyeballs out of their sockets and/or shouting into the sun.
6| White Walls & Wanderlust put together a list of Christmas gift ideas, and I fell in love with the Etsy shop ResilienceStreetwear, which has t-shirts that say things like “Single and ready to get nervous around anyone I find attractive.”
Hello! It’s me, Tricia, your Too-Old-For-This escort into the wonderful and horrifying world of One Direction! You may remember me from the last time I broke down and indulged my inner tweenager by writing a 1D Manifesto (it is still one of my favorite posts that I’ve ever written). Since then, a lot has happened: Zayn left the band, Louis became an almost-father, they announced that they’re going on a break (which might actually be a break up), and today they released their fifth album.
Now, I’ve always freely admitted that first and foremost, I’m into their pretty faces. Look at these faces!
With every album released, I listen and love with the fondness of someone supporting their cute fictional boyfriend(s). Their music isn’t hard to listen to, and there are always a couple songs that I completely adore. But their sound is not my go-to musical choice. However…when I started listening to Made in the A.M. I found myself loving the entire thing.
Admittedly, the objective part of my brain is broken. Beautiful men do that to me. I have no confidence in my opinions where One Direction is concerned. I KNOW that they’ve musically matured since “That’s What Makes You Beautiful,” but there’s still some elitist part of me that doesn’t want to admit the truth:
I REALLY LOVE THEIR MUSIC. There, I said it. Let the flailing commence. Continue reading
Whenever I feel guilty or ashamed about liking something, my coping strategy goes like this: casually mention it in a way disassociated from myself. Bring it up again, with a little humor added. Talk about it ALL THE TIME ALWAYS until people beg me to shut up. Write a blog post about it.
Although I have grown in self-confidence and I don’t quite care as much what people think about me or my opinions, my guilty pleasures are still pleasures that make me feel guilty, as though I am too old, too mature, too whatever to like the things that I like. I will probably always have the spectre of Other People’s Judgments hanging over my head, but today I’m saying “I don’t care!” by fangirling real hard about the dumb things that I love. Continue reading
I’ve gotten decidedly too serious of late. The best way I can think to remedy this is to fangirl about why I love One Direction, the English-Irish boy band who slowly invaded my psyche two years ago and has turned me into a 26-year-old tweenager.
A few things about the band as a whole before I detail the excruciating ways individual One Direction members have ruined my life: Boy bands are pretty much designed to appeal to my ideal male aesthetic. Cute guys forced into ridiculous outfits/situations/poses? YES PLEASE. The combination of attractive and silly is the Instant Highway to my heart.