The Flip Flop Girl

Sex in the City and the Consolation of a Pedicure

There's a blog I've become addicted to and find myself posting on a lot. She is such dear. It is a real-life version of Sex in the City to some extent. Actually, way better. I always found that show too contrived. Like, they never really did anything on that show, did they? Yeah, they lived in the city and, yeah, they did have sex. But I never felt like I was really a fly on the wall to something juicy. I'll have to look at it again. That show must qualify for our upcoming list of tv shows making reference to feet. Anyway, I will have to post sometime about the virtues and pleasures of going to a spa, or even a little salon, and sitting back and having a pedicure. Sometimes, that does feel better than sex or can be a great little substitute. I know few, if any, upstanding young women would admit as much but I put it out there nonetheless. I say, when in doubt, go for something sensual. When reason gets in the way, you need to go deeper to something primal.

So, here is my response to today's installment of the dating blog on Glamour. I suppose you should know that the blog is kept by a Glamour writer who is documenting her dating adventures. At this time in her life, it's anything goes. She could date anyone. And, as luck would have it, she has gotten a little bogged down with the boy next door and is focusing on him but there's really no telling if anything will come of it. In the meantime, Alyssa has gone out and gotten the little ankle tattoo as shown above. And now she'd liked nothing more than a nice pedicure. I think she's on the right track. She should just sit back and let her feet be pampered as she relaxes:

Oh, daydreaming is alright, including relationship daydreaming. How do you think artists get inspiration? It's not the only way but it's one way. You have to always keep in mind that it is a daydream and channel that energy for your own good. Maybe that daydream will lead to some form of self-improvement, that sort of thing. Always keep in mind that, after all the daydream revelry, there might not be a guy at the end of it all or the guy turns out to be less than expected.

And don't lose track of your goal to ask out every guy you feel an attraction for. What would be so bad about striking up a conversation with a total stranger? I mean, it all depends on the situation but, given that safety is accounted for, why not? It's a good dare. If you see a guy you like, just go up and talk to him. Totally spontaneous: none of this snooping ahead of time. You have nothing to lose! And it's way better than slogging through online personals. This emailing back and forth drama is not going to be much fun. I hope the reader that described her online romance eventually caught herself and realizes there never was a romance in the least until she actually started to date that guy. For her to even induldge the notion that she knew that guy is not good. No, she did not know this guy.

The whole idea that life finally comes into focus once you tie the knot is problematic too. How is it that a guy that was obnoxious while dating, finally becomes the answer to life when he becomes the hubby. My husband! Now, life has meaning! I feel the whole women's movement, in spirit if not in reality, continues to deteriorate at a rapid pace. This is not to say that guys can't be wonderful and that marriage can't be a good thing but there's more to life too.

Finally, I like your last post in the sense that it felt like a post that was allowing you to take a pause, looking at things in the interim: catching up with friends, debating on whether to get that pedicure so soon after getting that tat. The golden boy next door is now turning into a concept that can be thrown in with the deathless concept of the deviled eggs in one basket. Was Sex in the City really that good? Well, I've always liked Sarah Jessica Parker. To me, they always seemed on the verge of doing something great and then, when the plot did progress, things sort of petered out and then it was on to the next build up of drama.

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