Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Devilish DeVito

In the world of a college student, celebrity affairs are just as important, if not more so, than any type of political or world issues.
Sorry Rhea, he's outta here.
One of my most (oddly) adored Hollywood headliners, Danny DeVito, has been in the news for a few days for what else but DIVORCE.

After thirty years, three children, and three feet below average adult height, the dirty jersey boy is back to playing the field.

I wasn't particularly thrilled; after seeing the on-screen dynamic duo in Matilda the first time, I believed him and Rhea Perlman were a match made in real world Utopia. Instead it was doomed because of what RadarOnline calls Danny's wandering eye and (here comes more Britney relevance) "womanizing ways."

I can at least now rest easily knowing I'm not crazy in my adoration for this funny little man, but my goodness...

A source reported to RadarOnline that "He may not appear to be a ladies’ man, but Danny certainly gets a lot of female attention." 

As guilty as I am of being a DeVito-Devotee, poor Rhea. Seems like his bad-boy ways on the hilarious It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia aren't much of an act.

For the record, he got divorced as Frank Reynolds on Sunny as well; first accusing his wife of being [promiscuous] and then devoting his character to being that way. 

Not to be insensitive, but his character was much funnier when he was single and wild.

"Bargains on Trial?"

With every economic crisis comes a restricting prohibition, so it seems.

Let’s get local and knock on the door of New York’s darling mayor, Michael Bloomberg. For all of you non-New Yorkers or cave dwellers, Bloomberg recently had a law passed, planned to take effect in March throughout the entire city, to put a ban on our country’s beloved large sodas.
Here's a good way to make jobs; reopen the speakeasies.
source of this awesomely iconic edit: rsvlts.com

Originally, I was all for it. What do we need all of that sugar for? We’re just as addicted to it as we were to the cocaine in the original Coca-Cola recipe, and that didn’t last too long. Maybe it’s for the best.

It was my lack of math skills that really gave the nod to Mikey.

Turns out, his fluid ounce cap is set at 16 ounces.

No big deal, I said. We don’t need that much, I said.

I was mistaken.

Turns out, the normal people bottles that I normally take a day and a half to drink anyway is a whopping 20 ounces. You know, the normal alternative to a can that you get at the halal truck or in vending machines.

Say byebyebye.

Apparently, I’m not the only one who was shocked to realize the actual ounce control. At the most anticipated tape-cut on this coast, Brooklyn’s Barclay’s Center shocked its excited ticket holders by offering $4 for a 16oz pop.

Where there's a will there's a way.
Hopefully the sugar limit strengthens
the market for soda drinking hats.
In every article I’ve read concerning the soda-cap-crisis, people aren’t deterred from drinking soda by the small size but merely buying in bulk. As reported in the New York Times, which only makes the topic seem that much more pressing, psychiatrist Blair Morris dropped $8 to buy 32 ounces of coke merely split into two cups, by Bloomberg demand.

Americans and their loopholes...

Perhaps it is because I am not a soda enthusiast myself that I'm not so devastated by this regulation. It's only going to make my dates that much more easy when we don't have to worry about the age old debate over one straw or two.

OR maybe Bloomberg is just trying to help us out by not making us have to rush out of the movie right during the absolute most important part because we're busting an overindulged gut.

Truth of the matter is, America is obese. We are fat. Is soda a fattening staple? Of course, but certainly not the leading factor in obesity, children or adult.

It is also interesting (to say the least) to think about the actual meetings that must have taken place over this matter. City officials, Board of Health, sitting around a long table, 11 years after the most tragic event my generation has lived through, trying figure out how to control soda consumption.

what?

What's next? A limit on how many donuts one can buy from Dunkin? Ice cream scoop policing? Shutting down the M&M store? Prohibiting 40s?

All I know is, Bloomberg making soda such a big deal over the Big Gulp has sparked an overwhelming amount of opposition. Like, a lot more than seems necessary... not to mention the official starting date of the regulation isn't until March.

And Americans and New Yorkers alike are still going to be fat.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Mission Statement

I'm going to call upon Britney to help get my message across, because I feel like she said it best:

I'm not a girl, not yet a woman.

If you're old enough to know how to navigate your internet browser, you're old enough to recognize that song. As much criticism as she got for it (so what are you then? yadda yadda), it makes perfect sense to me.

I'm in my third year of college and hardly consider myself a child. Truth be told, I'm not ready to take on the role of a full grown adult yet either. There's a certain view of the world that I still have that I am fearful everyday of losing.

I'm skeptical. I'm compassionate. I'm uncensored and untamed. I don't have any of the answers but ask questions every day. And that's what I'm afraid of losing with every day I age: the opportunity to explore the possibilities and continue developing any and all views of this little blue planet and all of us creepy crawlers on it.

I want my naivety to flourish in this middle age that I am living.

Not a girl. Not yet a woman.

Catch my drift?