Lauren and I had a, like, seven hour conversation over gmail today about how we both start throwing things at the screen anytime Mr. Big comes on because we HATE HIM and his ASS FACE. I almost turned off the DVD at one point because I was so mad at Carrie for staying with him that I almost stopped speaking to her.
Quote from our gmail chat conversation, by the way:
10:34 AM lauren: I wish I could have a sexathon with you
10:34 AM lauren: That sounded wrong
The show is totally addictive despite the fact that I have trouble identifying with the characters. The kind of guys they date are, for the most part, totally unappealing to me. In other words: They’re rich.
Clay and I had an interesting conversation a few weeks ago about my possibly-irrational aversion to men who make a lot of money. The conversation began with his supposition that women find wealth attractive and my horror-stricken face in response. Why do I find money such a turn-off?
I mean I have reasons that I’ve made up in my head but who knows if these are the real reasons or if they’re just stories I tell myself to validate the random eccentricities of my brain. I will share them with you anyway.
For one thing, if a guy makes a lot of money, he’s doing something to get that money and my guess is that 9 times out of 10, whatever he’s doing is something that I would consider unethical. (Keep in mind that my definition of ‘unethical’ is probably considerably broader than that of most people.)
My second assumption is that, to earn that money, he is probably doing something that he finds unpleasant. That could mean anything from working long hours to supporting Big Tobacco. If someone is willing to do something that he finds unpleasant– particularly to the exclusion of doing things that he does find pleasant– than what he gets in return for that unpleasant work must be pretty important to him.
Don’t get me wrong, money is important to everyone and I know that. We couldn’t live without it and lord knows I like my organic faux meat and the occasional $4 latte. But if your bar is set at, say, $70,000 and you aren’t interested in making any less than that, even if it means more ethical work and shorter hours, then we are incompatible on a really basic level.
Maybe this is because I grew up in a home where my parents make, like, zero money and we were such a happy, loving, functional family. Most of my friends growing up lived in fancy two-story houses but their dads were gone on business trips all the time or they were alcoholics.
I’m not saying that you can’t be rich and happy at the same time, of course you can. And I’m not saying that you can’t be rich and ethical at the same time, that phenomenon does exist– I just think it’s pretty rare. But mostly what I am saying is this: the unfortunate demise of distant relatives aside, people usually don’t get rich by accident. People get rich because the accumulation of wealth is a primary value for them. I’m not saying that’s bad or wrong, just that it’s fundamentally different from how I think (at least at this point in my life).
And I’m also not saying that I want to date the dude who works the counter at the laundromat up the street. I’m not saying I wouldn’t date him either but I’m not, like, aiming for that. It would be hard for me to be attracted to someone who isn’t ambitious and motivated, I just prefer that ambition and motivation to be used for good instead of evil. That’s all I’m sayin’.
Bring on the controversial debate! You know where the comment button is.
Also, vaguely related: I really want to read this book. Is that weird?
Also, also: speaking of hating someone AND their ass face, I rented For Your Consideration this weekend. I heard that it was negatively reviewed but I actually thought it was pretty funny. There were many times when I literally laughed out loud which I almost never do when I’m watching a movie by myself. I mean, it’s no Waiting for Guffman or This is Spinal Tap but I think I liked it better than Best in Show (or maybe my expectations were just lowered?) and I actually almost walked out on A Mighty Wind (which I think, in retrospect, might have been more my problem than the movie’s).
I recommend it if you’re bored one night and in the mood for something funny… preferably after it’s migrated off the New Releases shelf.