I Love Lamp

It has come to my attention that I apparently do not enjoy anything deemed "popular". There are a lot of things I don't like (see all other posts). Therefore, this entry is devoted to the somewhat popular things I genuinely enjoy, in the order that I thought of them, not in any real importance.

1.

I am not a fashionista, by any means. I own one pair of black heels I wear for every occasion necessary and about twenty different pairs of gym shoes. It's pretty much t-shirts and jeans every single day I can get away with it so I have yet to adapt anything close to the styles presented on the show. I had watched a few episodes here and there but really didn't get into it until last season with a guy called Christian and his fierce choppy haircut. I can barely use a sewing machine, let alone make my own clothes. The show makes me go "Wow I wish I could make shit like that. Even if I'll never wear it in a million years." Because, let's face it, some of the shit they make is ridiculous with a capital "R". And when Michael, Nina and Heidi say it's couture when it's wild, I wonder why I'm really watching it. I just thoroughly enjoy it. (The Mad TV parody is hysterical as well, but mostly because one of the people in it looks like someone I know and it makes me laugh even harder.)

2.

I've mentioned it before. I fucking love Taylor Swift. Straying from my normal disco, jazz, oldies and Jack's Mannequin, I would have to say that, if I could only have 20 songs on a desert island iPod, I'm pretty sure "Teardrops on My Guitar" would be on it. (Don't ask me what the other 19 are, because that would take entirely too much thought and I don't feel like it.)

3.

Anchorman and Talledega Nights are two of my favorite movies and are seriously comedic classics. If you can't agree on both, you know you can with Anchorman. Unless you're Ruth's mom, in which, you hated both and hate Will Ferrell in anything. He pretty much saved Saturday Night Live in the 90s and earlier this decade. Space: The Infinite Frontier is pure gold. And then the Landlord? Holy shit. There are some of his movies I haven't seen, like Bewitched or Kicking & Screaming, because those who actually have seen them are scarred for life. And then there are ones I have seen and regret my decision, like Semi-Pro. (Mother of God, that was atrocious.) Regardless, he's a jolly good fellow that nobody can deny.

4.

I usually get misty around the part when Ally finds out about the letters and am sobbing by the end. Mostly because I don't want to get old but...damn, that's a good movie. And I'd totally hump Ryan Gosling. Who wouldn't? Guys would probably agree, but they'd be like 'Yeah he works out, blablabla,' while thinking 'I'd fuck that.' The only part I hate is 'If you're a bird, then I'm a bird' and that it seems to make everyone's Myspace icon section. Thankfully the rest of the movie makes up for it.

5.

There's something more compelling than Project Runway, with skinny bitches, the token chunker (side note: I tossed my popcorn everywhere when Whitney won last season, because she was gorgeous, totally deserved it and if she's plus size, I'm a semi truck), Tyra and more blatant product placement. I actually bought Lash Blast mascara because of them, no joke. My lashes blast everywhere now, just fucking explode off my eyelid. True, just like everything else on reality televizzle, they win and are never to be heard from again aside from a few print ads and the occasional "Hey-I-married-a-Brady" thing. I just love to watch the outfits and the beautiful pictures these freaks create.

6.

Thanks to Bangs and my inner sorority girl, I too buy overpriced sweatpants, wear them with my expensive flip flops, a hoodie that may or may not have my letters on it, my tote bag with letters & sweet embroidery and think I look AMAZING. I don't, well aware. I know I feed into the stereotype I work so hard to repel, but I figure the second I open my mouth and say something outrageously rude, the stereotype melts away like ice cubes in Hell. Regardless, they seriously wash these sweatpants with clouds because these fuckers are comfortable. I'd wear them every day if I didn't have to wear at least jeans to my job at school. That and maybe the underwear is about it from the collection, unlike my sister who owns, among other things, a Pink alarm clock and a collection of those dogs. I love waking up, looking across my room and seeing Pink vomit. Brightens my fucking day.

7.

Viral videos. Online exclusives. E-mail messages. "Ruth come watch this video. It's hilarious." My God I'm there. My New Haircut. Shoes. White Chicks and Gang Signs. The Spirit of Truth. Terry Tate: Office Linebacker. Count: Censored. I have been Rick Rolled and have been known to Rick Roll. I have watched beloved commercials or TV show compilations, music videos or favorite TV scenes. (That last one still gets me misty every time. God bless you, Carrie and...John, lol.) Hulu.com helps out too, with everything from Dick In a Box to one of my all-time favorite scenes from It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia One and Two. I am a complete Youtube whore, clearly if I spent a shit ton of time making all these links, and if you clicked on all these videos, you are too. Whore. I would make love to Youtube even if it were only three inches long, because it's just that good working with what it has. And if I didn't sound like such a man, my blog would be video instead of typed.

I'm sure there are more. I just find pop culture disturbing or find out about stuff way too late so I constantly fail. I'm sure if I had a subscription to People I'd be okay but then I'd be one step closer to morphing into my mom and I'd prefer that not to happen.