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Um, not really. Single guys are so boring. I’d rather meet old married men who are bald with bad teeth.
Also, dear random dude, your collar is crooked. Young single men are soooo sloppy.

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Listen Facebook, if my boss has no problems with naps at work, please don’t tell me what is or what is not an option.

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I don’t have cyber skilz … and if you didn’t know that, then you don’t either, Air Force Reserve Web Optimization Specialists …

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No thanks, been there, didn’t do that … I got this new-fangled thing called a career …

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Well, speak of careers!
Quick clarification: Does Facebook think I’m a mom who wants to go back to school? Or are they subliminally telling me it’s time for me to kick careers to the curb and bear children through the tutelage of Westwood University? I’m confused.

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I appreciate you getting all John Mayer with your ice cream ad … but my first job was at McD’s and you are a lying sonuvabitch to use the word “wonderland” in the same sentence as “McDonald’s.”

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This ain’t what I meant in my multiple statusi about a new car …

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I’ve never posted on Facebook about Chick-fil-A; yet, how did they know I said aloud last week that I wasn’t sure if CFA had gluten-free options?

*Mariann throws iPhone into the wall, stomps on it*

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Ugh, I already told you my feelings on this matter, Facebook. Another one? However, good call on alternating a clean-shaven blonde with dark-haired goatee. Props for creativity.

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“Do you need high quality unique content for your blog?”
Screw you, Facebook.

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I already have it. Get on the freaking ball, hackers.

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Gay Marriage?

I know this is a touchy subject and one I tackle unwillingly. To clarify,  the only times I ever show a hint of hatred toward anyone is 1) when I’m hungry, and the person sitting next to me who won’t stop clicking their damn pen and 2) against whomever Notre Dame is playing against on fall afternoons.

Today, a friend, among many, posted an article on gay marriage on his Facebook. We all know what’s going on in the Supreme Court this week with DOMA. Some group will be disappointed, or perhaps angry, no matter where the chips fall. And since we live in the great age of social media, we all have the ability to weigh in through Facebook, Twitter, the Post comment sections – the list goes on.

The conversations, when civil, are good – they force me to ponder: “What do I really believe? And why?”

For this reason, I am writing this blog post to explain why we should not redefine marriage as it stands – between a man and a woman.

Underneath my friend’s post, a commenter thoughtfully pointed out:

The Due Process Clause protects fundamental rights while the Equal Protection Clause prohibits discrimination. Seen as a denial of a fundamental right under the Due Process Clause, the case for marriage equality for same-sex couples should be obvious.

Putting on my never-worn lawyer cap here, I gather the equation he is making here is: A (Due Process) + B (Equal Protection) = C (Gay Marriage). Ugh, this is probably going to get confusing. Pushing onward, anyway. The protection of fundamental rights is, as the Declaration of Independence affirms, entitled by “Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God.” That is to say, a right is so “uhhhh, um, yeah, duuuuuuh” that it is naturally self-evident. So yes, I agree with A.

In regards to discrimination (B): If we are talking about the specific definition of “a prejudiced or prejudicial outlook, action, or treatment” then I also believe B. In order to make right judgments, decisions must be rooted in truth, which prejudice distorts. However, the key to finding out if the problem’s answer is actually “Gay Marriage,” is to qualify A.

My first questions are: Is marriage a fundamental right? Why or why not?

“Fundamental” means basic, “the foundation” – in this case, of society. All of us, fundamentally, are the product of a man and of a woman. No human person has fundamentally come from same-sex partners. Thus, it could be said humans have a “fundamental” right to a mother and father. This trumps the “right” to marriage. Looking at marriage as a legal issue, it is a privilege, not a right. A privilege the government should regulate lightly, for sure, but regulate nonetheless for the good of society.

The government has leeway in protecting that privilege through laws, but NOT to redefine it.  This includes (among other examples): 1) age, 2) relationship by blood, 3) blood types, 4) mental stability. Because: 1) children should be protected from being exploited into marriage with a gross old person 2) genetic disorders occur 3) ditto and 4) a contract must be made with a sound mind in order to be a contract. In sum, I would say government is protecting the best interests of society — not only of present-day members (such as young children who could be exploited) but also of future ones (children who could be born with genetic diseases because of a close blood relationship of their parents).

On a different tack: It is reasonable to say that no one should be refused to drive a car, no matter their color, creed, sexual orientation, hair type, and yes, even football allegiances (I allow this last item begrudgingly) because fundamentally these things aren’t related to driving a car. Barring someone from them based on those things would be discrimination. However, that does mean “Driving Equality for All!”?

No. Hopeful drivers must meet certain reasonable qualifications that are fundamental or foundational to driving a car — sight, age, proper alcohol levels, mental stability showing responsible handing (e.g., passing a driver’s test). If one of these reasonable requirements is not met, is it discrimination on the government’s part to withhold a driver’s license? Or, is the government preserving the best interests of society? Who of us wants a blind man driving a car?

But just because a blind man cannot drive a car doesn’t mean I do not wish him every means of transportation available to him, to be made available. I want those around him to care for him, help him on the bus, help him find the train terminal, treat him with the highest dignity due to him as a being created by God. If someone were to mock him for his inability to drive a car, I’d slug that person in the face and feel no remorse.

And wouldn’t we all agree the government should support the blind man in getting transportation that enables him to be independent, while maintaining the best interests of society? That truly loving the blind man involves admitting his limitations. Does changing the definition of “blind” make him more qualified to drive?

In the same regard, the government should set parameters, with compassion and understanding to all parties, in the best interests of society for marriage. But redefining the MOST core value of marriage, sexual complementarity, that has been set for centuries is a very huge, huge, HUGE cultural swing with completely unforeseeable consequences. In fact, sexual complementarity IS THE ONLY core value of marriage existing through the ages, through all sorts of reform. Women used to be slaves. Men would have more than one wife, or a woman multiple husbands. Children were bargaining chips for political marriages. Not every couple has children. Not every couple will have children.

Nowadays, strides in America have been made to eliminate many of these problem areas. Women have equal rights. Couples pledge faithfulness to one person at a time. Marriage (hopefully) isn’t seen as a contract to breed the best children or create a political alliance. We all strive to be love and to be loved to the best of our ability. There are these, and many other important values of marriage that hopefully exist, but are not necessary to exist for marriage to be legal. In the laws of nature, a blind man cannot see, no matter how much we love him or wish him to see. In the laws of nature, men and men, or women and women, are not sexually complementary, no matter how much they love each other. Therefore, marriage, which through the ages has related to two sexually complementary beings, the foundation and fundamental structure that every person has a right to be born in, shouldn’t be redefined. Rather than focusing on changing something fundamental that is already under attack, I wish we were concentrating more on healing families, eliminating poverty, crime and abuse … to come to a place in society where commitments are honored, people are respected, children have a mom and dad who care about them and nurture them. An unrealistic ideal, perhaps, but shouldn’t laws reflect the ideal, not the “make the best out of this situation” scenario?

My final, scattered thoughts: Do all my thoughts above that mean I think gay or lesbian couples do not love each other? Of course not. I can see that they do. Do I think gays or lesbians would be horrible parents? Of course not. All of us are called to be caring and compassionate, especially to the most innocent among us, children. Does that mean I think people shouldn’t receive rights and benefits because of their sexual orientation? Of course not. But I think there are other ways of solving this issue without the government getting involved in a drastic redefinition and refocusing of the most basic and tested building block of our society.

(NOTE: This piece is purely my opinion and not reflective of any views but my own. Keep comments civil or they will be deleted. Finally, I didn’t come to my conclusions through any religious arguments, so please keep those out of the combox as well or they will go *poof*.)

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I’m Back!

You know you missed me!

A lot has happened; nothing earth-shattering, but enough little stuff where I feel like my thoughts are a net full of ravenous squirrels being carried over a field of nuts via helicopter — and if I can juuuust keep the squirrels tightly contained while I organize the nuts in the field below, I might be OK. I don’t know why, but it’s extremely important ALL THE WALNUTS ARE SEPARATED FROM THE ALMONDS. Meanwhile, the squirrels are eating each other.

See what I mean?

Anyway, to kick it off, I’m sick. Like really sick. How do I know? When I skip I a party, I’m really sick. It takes a lot to convince me I won’t have fun; when I finally throw in my social-butterfly-embroidered towel on the ingredients for the spinach dip that just isn’t going to be made —  I’m on my deathbed.

Today has so far consisted of:

  1. Wake up.
  2. Read text messages.
  3. Roll over, take a nap.
  4. Get up, pee.
  5. Go back to bed, take a nap.
  6. Fry bacon and make coffee.
  7. Super exhausted. Take a nap.
  8. Eat bacon and drink coffee. Stagger to couch. Take a nap.
  9. Make a phone call, leave a VM (praise God no one picked up!) saying, “I love you, I’m alive, please don’t call me back. I’m going to go die now.”
  10. Take a nap.
  11. Take a shower, shampoo hair.
  12. Take a nap.
  13. Finish shower, rinse shampoo, add conditioner.
  14. Take a nap. You get the drift.

Vacation, however, was a blast! Other than checking my Facebook once a day to ensure no one was in a state of emergency, I was unplugged. Since I was in Canada, I had no cell service — ahhhh, freedom. More on that later in the week. Today is about complaining!

Reality smacked me in the face — I came back sick; our apartment was being checked for bedbugs yet again; I forgot a doctor’s appointment scheduled long ago, thus getting charged for a no-show; my coworker retired while I was gone; my beautiful new bike turned out to be a lust-for-rust POS; I ran into an ex-flame and my hair was a mess; my favorite barista is leaving City Dock to be a teacher in Korea; my rent check bounced because I forgot to check that it cleared before paying my student loans; our office was torn apart for an impromptu renovation, rendering my Mac useless for two days; my office is now painted PINK; I’m still sick; shall I go on?

But! For better or for worse, I’m back, and although next week doesn’t seem to be looking any less hectic, I think  I’m over the worst.

Til tomorrow ….

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I’d been meaning for a while to paint the den in my apartment but was too intimidated to go ahead and do it. I do not have a steady hand and hate climbing on ladders. I also had no clue where to start in the painting-a-den process.

Thankfully my friend, and future housemate, Katy, was more than eager to help me paint this past weekend. We took a trip to the Home Depot and mulled over many colors, including a soft yellow-gold, slate grey and deep red. Katy also knew exactly which brushes, rollers, tape and plastic and type of paint to get. Katy rocks.

I wanted something striking and had had my heart set on deep red for a while, but was nervous that the room would become small and claustrophobic. But it was either go big or go home, so I bought the red before I wussed out and got something like pale blue.

I’m so happy with the results! The room looks so much more fresh and, surprisingly, bigger. Also surprisingly, the room isn’t dark and gloomy, but just as sunny as before.

The whole project only took six hours, start to finish, including the taping and three coats. If you can find the time and 50 bucks for supplies, painting a small room can really help spring feel new!

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This was my den as it’s been for two years. White walls and white trim. It’s a small room, so the big window and the plain walls helped keep the space bright.

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View of the den from the double doors. The far wall is only as wide as my couch.

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After a few hours of taping and spreading down plastic, we were ready to start painting!

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The paint resembled an industrial-sized jar of ketchup. For a few moments, I was besieged by doubt.

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Katy graciously volunteered to paint the tallest part of the walls. The first coat never looks good …

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Coat two is looking much better!

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Since the third coat looked strikingly similar to the second, I forgot to photograph it, but it was exciting to move the furniture back in.

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Partial view of the living space and den from the “dining room.”

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Home sweet home!

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Post-Mother’s Day, I realize that a surprising amount of my high school and college friends, not to mention my siblings, have by now started their families.

I, meanwhile, have yet to find a guy who simultaneously makes my heart turn cartwheels for no reason at all, has me doubled over laughing at his wit, and sticks around for more than nine months. That means kiddos who look just like their gorgeous mama are still in the nebulous future, too. By no means am I complaining because in the meantime I have the kindest and most adventurous guy friends a girl could ask for and plenty of good looking military men around to flirt with.

But to all my fellow single sistas out there who are realizing, along with me, that “Oh shit, 30 is approaching rapidly and my retirement account is sorely neglected,” I say:

  • Not being a wife or mother or girlfriend doesn’t make you any less of a person or incomplete. In fact, quite the opposite. My single girlfriends have had plenty of post-college, world-of-hard-knocks battlescars that make them excellent listeners, generous gift-givers, wise counselors and hilarious conversationalists in very special and unique ways, not just to me, but to our married friends too.
  • No matter what stage of life you’re in, you have to be passionate about what you’re passionate about. I fully intend to always love weekend camping trips, hour-long
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    You know what makes me come alive? Eating caramel sauce at 1 a.m. out of the jar while cleaning up after a party.

    jam sessions on the guitar, den-painting, binge-blogging, roadtrips to Notre Dame games and Whole Foods produce. Not having a family right now gives me more time to indulge but if by some weird, please-God-no chance I marry a man who hates the outdoors, then I’ll just have to hike Old Rag without him.

  • The worst thing to ever do is think “Oh, woe is me, poor single me!” Good grief, most people get married. It might be earlier, it might be later, but statistically you’re going to find a dude. I complained to my mother once, “Damn, all my siblings were married by or before 24.” To which Mom replied, “So what? Your life rocks.” Preach it, Ma.
  • The second worst thing to do is to allow yourself to feel rejected because a guy hasn’t picked you yet. Again, I have many great guy friends who I’d never date, but I doubt that makes them feel rejected. They just ain’t the one. In the meantime, we swap sarcasms and go hiking and barbecue on each others’ decks. Likewise, don’t feel rejected by guys who haven’t asked you out. Do you really want someone who isn’t batshit crazy about you??
  • Please, above all else, don’t go to social events for the sole reason to guy-hunt. Hard to not fall in this trap, I know, but just have fun and meet lots of new people. I know we hear what I’m about to say over and over, but it’s true: hardly any of my friends met their boyfriends or spouses through a contrived circumstance. Just enjoy yourself and talk with whomever you connect with, guy or girl.
  • Don’t let well-meaning people disturb your peace. Some classic gems: “Don’t worry, you’ll find someone some day.” (There’s a discount sale at Target on boyfriends, hold the phone!) “You need to be more outgoing/lose weight/go to more parties/dress better/wear more, less, none makeup/change something about yourself.” (Bullshit. Be who you are.) “Have you considered online?” (My favorite retort back to this is: “Are you saying I’m not attractive enough to meet a man in person?” This zinger makes people turn red and stammer, “No, no, of course not.”) “Have you considered online Part Deux? Johnny X met Susie Q on eHarmony!” (So what? My grandpa met my grandma while digging a basement at her boarding house. Perhaps I should take up cellar-digging? Or maybe just do whatever the hell I’m already having fun doing? Yeah, that’s what I’ll do). (Added note: I have nothing against online dating … if you decide it’s something you’d like try, go for it! I have many good friends who met their spouses this way, but it’s annoying when people bring it up like you’d never heard of this new-fangled thing called the interwebs.)

In conclusion: I have really awesome, trusted friends of whom I ask advice, and because they know me and my weaknesses well, give me great advice.  But it can be very annoying when people who do not know us well feel they are entitled, when we reply “no” to their question “are you dating anyone?” to give us awful advice or make obvious comments. Again, don’t let it disturb your peace.

Yes, I realize I’m being hypocritical, because aren’t I giving you advice via this post? My bad …

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