As a fan of Project Runway, I always loved it when Tim Gunn arched those perfectly groomed eyebrows of his and advised the contestants to "Make it work.". I always wondered how that phrase applied not only to television but to relationships as well, especially in our youth. How much work should we dedicate to making something that isn't working, work?
I'm sure as you get older, making relationships work is a little easier of a choice. After you've been with someone for a certain amount of time and have experienced what you wanted to in life, finding a lover or companion to spend the relaxing years of your life with is a no-brainer. But what about when you're in your twenties, at the top of your game, and with the world at your fingertips? Not as easy. I can speak honestly for most twenty-somethings out there when I say we're all selfish little brats looking out for number one. The usual train of thought that goes through our pretty heads when it comes to evaluating a relationship is along the lines of "Will they hold me back?" "Will I find some one better?" "Can I commit to one person when I can't even handle my own affairs?" "Is this love???" Oh, the amount of uncertainty that clouds the brain of a twenty-something is literally mind-boggling.
That's why the number of unstable, off and on, kinda-sorta and maybe relationships (for lack of a better, or less concrete word), during these years is so high. To commit to another person when you can barely commit to yourself seems almost impossible. Usually it just seems easier to let go and move on than to stick around and try and make it work. After all, why should we put so much effort into fixing something that's seemingly broken when something, or some one, better could easily come along? Well call me crazy, but I'm going to pull the love card here.
For all the headache and heartbreak we put ourselves through during the years of partying, traveling and general recklessness, once in a blue moon you find some one who just might end up being worth the effort. I once heard that there are no "maybe" feelings when it comes to love; that when you know, you know. Even some one as hopelessly romantic as me can say that sure, when you're in love you know it, but defining love is something else entirely. So how do you know you're in something you can't even define? Oh, there's no need to get all emo here, but suffice to say it's difficult. I've been through several maudlin moments thus far in my life where the definition of what love is has modified itself significantly. Is loving some one letting them go live their life to the fullest and knowing destiny will bring you back together? Or is it being together no matter how difficult? I can't say for certain, but I know for me, at this very moment, it is, like Tim Gunn says, making it work.
Life in our youth is ridiculous enough as it is without love, or something like it, being added to the mix...but what's a little more craziness on top of an already hectic life? Maybe at this age you never really know what's for certain in another person, but what we do know is when it feels worth it, it usually is.
x
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Pick up the phone, pick up the phone....OMFG
Oh men! As a girl dating in her twenties, I could go on and on about the gripes I have with the opposite sex as I'm sure any other girl could. And nowadays with all the technology we have attached to our fingertips 24/7, it seems as though there are a million new ways for us women to get mad at our current men over... and vice versa I'm sure. Bbm, Facebook, Twitter, texting...with so many connections to so many people, flirting and the line between what's appropriate and what's not in relationships, sort-of relationships or whatever the heck undefinable entanglements we're in gets harder and harder to figure out.
I can't tell you how many times I've gotten frustrated over stupid indiscretions with tech stuff. Like most dudes who are overly rational and not nearly as emotional as girls tend to be, my guy friends always say "just because it's not online doesn't mean it's not happening in real life." Oh sure, that sounds just nice and peachy, but if you're proud to be with some one in real life, why the heck wouldn't that translate into your online personality, especially when that's how so many people are exposed to you? Exactly. Guys, you can spin it however you want, but all we hear is "he can't commit to me and still wants to seem available." In the words that the infallible Chris Martin croons in Viva La Vida: if you love me, won't you let me know....online. Of course making a fuss about little things here and there are only for when two people become serious. If I'm just hooking up with a guy or we've yet to make things official, I could really care less who he's poking, messaging or flirty wall-posting online with. (For the record no real men should 'poke'! Surely you can think of a more confident way to get a girl's attention. Also, big fat ew on a context level. No one who pokes me if ever going to get a response unless it's done with a big dose of irony.)
Facebook aside, for my fellow crackberry addicts, there's bbm. Ah bbm, the accountability checker and cause of some of my worst fights. Being able to read when some one receives and chooses to respond to a message is a gift and a curse, depending on the time difference between the two. I'm on my crackberry like a bee on honey and am always prompt to respond to whoever is messaging me, and I can't help but get irked when people take their sweet ass time responding to simple things. Add all the here-say of sex and dating and you've got yourself a virtual battlefield. (Side-note: the only thing worse than a unresponsive read message is when the message doesn't even go through at all. What are you, just hanging out in the subway for the day? Come on now.) Perhaps men just naturally aren't as communicative as women, but I don't think we have to get into biology or a war of the sexes here. It's as simple as if you care, answer. We're talking 30 seconds max and if you don't have 30 seconds for some one...well, that's something a girl is going to want to know.
I'm clearly going through some communicative frustrations myself resulting in this very ranty blog post! Being in a long distance relationship for a few months coupled with watching too many Sex and the City episodes lately has put me into a somewhat overly-empowered woman mode and my naturally demanding behavior is at a peak. Is it too much to ask for perfection in love? Maybe. But when you're sure it's love (and I am), then perhaps demanding perfection, and striving for it constantly, is the only way to keep the standard of your relationship as close to that as possible. Perfect love may not exist, but as long as there are little warriors for love out there, near-perfect is an attainable reality.
For all you men out there reading this who can't understand their women and why we make a fuss over the little things like Facebook and bbm, allow me to clear things up for you: it is because we see it as an indicator of bigger things. When you love some one and they can't seem to do little things for you, it's a sure sign they won't do bigger things for you either. So if you take one thing away from my emotional vomit of a post take this: answer your damn phone. x
I can't tell you how many times I've gotten frustrated over stupid indiscretions with tech stuff. Like most dudes who are overly rational and not nearly as emotional as girls tend to be, my guy friends always say "just because it's not online doesn't mean it's not happening in real life." Oh sure, that sounds just nice and peachy, but if you're proud to be with some one in real life, why the heck wouldn't that translate into your online personality, especially when that's how so many people are exposed to you? Exactly. Guys, you can spin it however you want, but all we hear is "he can't commit to me and still wants to seem available." In the words that the infallible Chris Martin croons in Viva La Vida: if you love me, won't you let me know....online. Of course making a fuss about little things here and there are only for when two people become serious. If I'm just hooking up with a guy or we've yet to make things official, I could really care less who he's poking, messaging or flirty wall-posting online with. (For the record no real men should 'poke'! Surely you can think of a more confident way to get a girl's attention. Also, big fat ew on a context level. No one who pokes me if ever going to get a response unless it's done with a big dose of irony.)
Facebook aside, for my fellow crackberry addicts, there's bbm. Ah bbm, the accountability checker and cause of some of my worst fights. Being able to read when some one receives and chooses to respond to a message is a gift and a curse, depending on the time difference between the two. I'm on my crackberry like a bee on honey and am always prompt to respond to whoever is messaging me, and I can't help but get irked when people take their sweet ass time responding to simple things. Add all the here-say of sex and dating and you've got yourself a virtual battlefield. (Side-note: the only thing worse than a unresponsive read message is when the message doesn't even go through at all. What are you, just hanging out in the subway for the day? Come on now.) Perhaps men just naturally aren't as communicative as women, but I don't think we have to get into biology or a war of the sexes here. It's as simple as if you care, answer. We're talking 30 seconds max and if you don't have 30 seconds for some one...well, that's something a girl is going to want to know.
I'm clearly going through some communicative frustrations myself resulting in this very ranty blog post! Being in a long distance relationship for a few months coupled with watching too many Sex and the City episodes lately has put me into a somewhat overly-empowered woman mode and my naturally demanding behavior is at a peak. Is it too much to ask for perfection in love? Maybe. But when you're sure it's love (and I am), then perhaps demanding perfection, and striving for it constantly, is the only way to keep the standard of your relationship as close to that as possible. Perfect love may not exist, but as long as there are little warriors for love out there, near-perfect is an attainable reality.
For all you men out there reading this who can't understand their women and why we make a fuss over the little things like Facebook and bbm, allow me to clear things up for you: it is because we see it as an indicator of bigger things. When you love some one and they can't seem to do little things for you, it's a sure sign they won't do bigger things for you either. So if you take one thing away from my emotional vomit of a post take this: answer your damn phone. x
OMFG - NYC Lovin'
Guys and dolls, I've been bitten by the Big Apple fever that every twenty-something experiences at least once in a lifetime. I don't know any other way to put it: I'm totally geeking out over New York City! Up until recently, I had only been as a child. All my memories of the big city were romanticized childhood ones, like adoring the glamorous Rockettes on stage at Radio City Music Hall or tilting my head way up high to take in the beautifully lit Christmas Tree at Rockefeller Center surrounded by snow and my family. However now, as an adult, I've been twice in the back past month (I'm blogging from my friend's Upper East side apartment right now!) and all I have to say is this: New York City is freaking amazing.
The bright lights and big city are so much better when you're at an age to be a part of everything. The constant buzzing of things happening in the air feeds directly into my energy source and I feel like being out and about all the time. I'm a Toronto girl born and raised and so cities aren't a new thing for me; however after 24 years in a mid-sized place like Toronto, I feel like a whole new, bigger city where everything is unknown is just what I need to pump a little life into the rut of routine I've been in lately. I can see myself living here without a second thought, whereas every other city that I could almost see myself living in had a but moment. (Singapore: amazing design and layout but too hot. London: love the culture but miserable rain. You get the idea.) When I was leaving the last time I was here, it was the first time I felt sad to go home.
What is it that reels so many of us into the Big Apple and makes us never want to leave? Aside from the obvious being that NYC is a top tier city in business and fashion, there's the undeniable cool factor that, while other cities try, they just can't seem to emulate. (And trust me, no other city tries harder to be cool than my darling Toronto....I love it and all, but until we stop attempting to copy NYC, Miami, Paris and what have you, we won't ever create a sustainable identity of our own.) On a totally nerdy note, I personally get a kick out of how much the city gets featured in television and film...and like every twenty-something girl it's landmarks from Sex and the City that I squeal over most. (H&H? That's where Carrie bought the bullshit bagels! Tasty Delite? That's where Charlotte gets her diet dessert with Harry after dinner! Eeeeeee!) There's also the constant activity that such a large city can handle on an everyday level. When it's after 2 a.m. in my hometown, my cuisine options are either poutine, dirty Chinese food or street meat. Down here? Well let's just say I was out well past four on Saturday and enjoyed a leisurely sit-down meal of champagne, lobster and oysters. I speak for every foodie out there when between mouthfuls of buttery lobster I murmured, "Oh baby, I think I'm home!"
An admiration -- no make that adoration -- for the Big Apple is nothing we haven't heard a million times before. Plain and simple, this is the city where it happens. It being whatever we might be looking for in our lives. Whether it's a dream job, fame, love, artistic inspiring, or simply a foodie experience, Manhattan and its surrounding areas is where we find seemingly endless opportunities. (Or, seemingly endless trouble depending on what you're seeking...) In the very least, it's where we go in hopes of finding these opportunities and end up creating new experiences on the many paths there. You never know who you might bump into in a city of more than 7 million of the most ambitious and interesting people out there, and it's exciting to say the least. Sure, Toronto's got NYC beat since it's my hometown and where my family and most of my friends reside, but while I'm young, relatively care-free and mobile, I think I'll let my Big Apple fever run just a little bit longer. x
The bright lights and big city are so much better when you're at an age to be a part of everything. The constant buzzing of things happening in the air feeds directly into my energy source and I feel like being out and about all the time. I'm a Toronto girl born and raised and so cities aren't a new thing for me; however after 24 years in a mid-sized place like Toronto, I feel like a whole new, bigger city where everything is unknown is just what I need to pump a little life into the rut of routine I've been in lately. I can see myself living here without a second thought, whereas every other city that I could almost see myself living in had a but moment. (Singapore: amazing design and layout but too hot. London: love the culture but miserable rain. You get the idea.) When I was leaving the last time I was here, it was the first time I felt sad to go home.
What is it that reels so many of us into the Big Apple and makes us never want to leave? Aside from the obvious being that NYC is a top tier city in business and fashion, there's the undeniable cool factor that, while other cities try, they just can't seem to emulate. (And trust me, no other city tries harder to be cool than my darling Toronto....I love it and all, but until we stop attempting to copy NYC, Miami, Paris and what have you, we won't ever create a sustainable identity of our own.) On a totally nerdy note, I personally get a kick out of how much the city gets featured in television and film...and like every twenty-something girl it's landmarks from Sex and the City that I squeal over most. (H&H? That's where Carrie bought the bullshit bagels! Tasty Delite? That's where Charlotte gets her diet dessert with Harry after dinner! Eeeeeee!) There's also the constant activity that such a large city can handle on an everyday level. When it's after 2 a.m. in my hometown, my cuisine options are either poutine, dirty Chinese food or street meat. Down here? Well let's just say I was out well past four on Saturday and enjoyed a leisurely sit-down meal of champagne, lobster and oysters. I speak for every foodie out there when between mouthfuls of buttery lobster I murmured, "Oh baby, I think I'm home!"
An admiration -- no make that adoration -- for the Big Apple is nothing we haven't heard a million times before. Plain and simple, this is the city where it happens. It being whatever we might be looking for in our lives. Whether it's a dream job, fame, love, artistic inspiring, or simply a foodie experience, Manhattan and its surrounding areas is where we find seemingly endless opportunities. (Or, seemingly endless trouble depending on what you're seeking...) In the very least, it's where we go in hopes of finding these opportunities and end up creating new experiences on the many paths there. You never know who you might bump into in a city of more than 7 million of the most ambitious and interesting people out there, and it's exciting to say the least. Sure, Toronto's got NYC beat since it's my hometown and where my family and most of my friends reside, but while I'm young, relatively care-free and mobile, I think I'll let my Big Apple fever run just a little bit longer. x
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
OMFG -- Asian Invasion
Our society, especially in the past couple uber-proactive decades, has come so far in so many ways. Equality for marriage, while not the norm everywhere, is spreading, the President is an African American for the first time in history, and, well you get the picture. However, every once in a while I am subjected to less-than-forward behavior that reminds me of a select few ignorant douchebags are ruining our progress. Okay, so maybe "ruining our progress" is a bit harsh -- causing extreme eye rolls and sighs of disbelief is more like it.
My lovely hometown of Toronto is spectacular in its diversity. As a first generation Chinese-Canadian growing up in darling little T.dot (my parents, both from Hong Kong, moved to Toronto in 1975 and eventually became Canadian citizens. Being born here, I had native citizenship, obviously) I've never felt out of place at all, and relished all the different types of ethnicities and cultures that make up the stunning mosaic that is the city. Of course, being Chinese is still a minority in North America (but not the world! Over 1 billion and counting...that's right kids, on a global scale everyone but the Chinese are a minority! Insert evil laugh here..) and it's when I travel to different parts of the continent that I realize just how little some people know about Asia.
Oh goodness, the lines I've heard unknowingly come out of the mouths of the uneducated! Or, the educated and just rude! Usually I just muffle a laugh, roll my eyes a little and move onto the next conversation, but get a couple drinks in me and I get all snappy self-righteous bitch on these jerks. I was in Vegas a couple weeks ago and with some wealthy men who joined my girls and I for dinner on several occasions. These men were powerful, moneyed and I'm assuming cultured, but alas,when they started speaking many lines tumbled out of their liquored mouths that proved otherwise. One noted how beautiful an Asian friend of mine was and proclaimed that he was, and I quote, an "expert on Asians." Really? Like really? We're human beings my dear, not an indigenous plant species. My other friend and I dissolved into laughter recounting the incident later in our hotel room....yeah, and I'm an expert on white people. It just sounds ludicrous when you phrase it like that! We spoke to these men the next day and wondered aloud why they didn't comment on the looks of myself and other friend, who is Asian as well. They claimed they simply didn't notice we were. After sitting directly across from both of them at dinner. And engaging in direct conversation. For three hours. Apparently the blonde highlights I've put into my hair for the summer have done more than hide my roots! They've hidden my race as well!
All kidding aside, I know it's not ill-intentioned malice that is causing such comments. It's just a little misinformation, or really no information at all. I get comments that I look identical to Lucy Liu all the time, from baristas, to waiters, to that dude who stands at the door and greets you at Abercrombie and Fitch and I shrug it off and simply think to myself "Wow these people are dumb!" I mean, while she's beautiful, Lucy Liu and I look nothing, and I mean nothing alike. It's like if I told the Abercrombie dude that he and that guy over there (points to random guy across the store) look like twins simply because they're both Caucasian. Another innocent enough but still annoying gem of a line I get laid on me often is along the likes of "Omg! You're the prettiest Asian girl I've ever seen! No offense, but all the ones I see are usually not so good looking! Like pretty ugly!" Um, offense taken, thank you very much! But sure, call me pretty and you can insult my entire race! Like I said, it's innocent enough, just mind-numbingly ignorant in its execution. (Also, on a totally selfish and superficial note, it would be nice to be called the most beautiful girl, not just the most beautiful Asian girl!)
Anyways I could get all preachy about equality and race and blah blah blah, but honestly it's just not necessary. We don't all look alike, we don't all speak the same language, (I get called a Geisha all the time...yeah, I'm Chinese, not Japanese buddy boy) and we especially don't all have the same customs. Asia is as diverse as it is here in Canada, and if you're really having trouble grasping this fact, then for the love of humanity, Wikipedia that shit! Try not to be mindlessly ignorant and respectful and you're good to go. Oh, and don't tell me I look like Lucy Liu...or I might have to kick some ass.
x
My lovely hometown of Toronto is spectacular in its diversity. As a first generation Chinese-Canadian growing up in darling little T.dot (my parents, both from Hong Kong, moved to Toronto in 1975 and eventually became Canadian citizens. Being born here, I had native citizenship, obviously) I've never felt out of place at all, and relished all the different types of ethnicities and cultures that make up the stunning mosaic that is the city. Of course, being Chinese is still a minority in North America (but not the world! Over 1 billion and counting...that's right kids, on a global scale everyone but the Chinese are a minority! Insert evil laugh here..) and it's when I travel to different parts of the continent that I realize just how little some people know about Asia.
Oh goodness, the lines I've heard unknowingly come out of the mouths of the uneducated! Or, the educated and just rude! Usually I just muffle a laugh, roll my eyes a little and move onto the next conversation, but get a couple drinks in me and I get all snappy self-righteous bitch on these jerks. I was in Vegas a couple weeks ago and with some wealthy men who joined my girls and I for dinner on several occasions. These men were powerful, moneyed and I'm assuming cultured, but alas,when they started speaking many lines tumbled out of their liquored mouths that proved otherwise. One noted how beautiful an Asian friend of mine was and proclaimed that he was, and I quote, an "expert on Asians." Really? Like really? We're human beings my dear, not an indigenous plant species. My other friend and I dissolved into laughter recounting the incident later in our hotel room....yeah, and I'm an expert on white people. It just sounds ludicrous when you phrase it like that! We spoke to these men the next day and wondered aloud why they didn't comment on the looks of myself and other friend, who is Asian as well. They claimed they simply didn't notice we were. After sitting directly across from both of them at dinner. And engaging in direct conversation. For three hours. Apparently the blonde highlights I've put into my hair for the summer have done more than hide my roots! They've hidden my race as well!
All kidding aside, I know it's not ill-intentioned malice that is causing such comments. It's just a little misinformation, or really no information at all. I get comments that I look identical to Lucy Liu all the time, from baristas, to waiters, to that dude who stands at the door and greets you at Abercrombie and Fitch and I shrug it off and simply think to myself "Wow these people are dumb!" I mean, while she's beautiful, Lucy Liu and I look nothing, and I mean nothing alike. It's like if I told the Abercrombie dude that he and that guy over there (points to random guy across the store) look like twins simply because they're both Caucasian. Another innocent enough but still annoying gem of a line I get laid on me often is along the likes of "Omg! You're the prettiest Asian girl I've ever seen! No offense, but all the ones I see are usually not so good looking! Like pretty ugly!" Um, offense taken, thank you very much! But sure, call me pretty and you can insult my entire race! Like I said, it's innocent enough, just mind-numbingly ignorant in its execution. (Also, on a totally selfish and superficial note, it would be nice to be called the most beautiful girl, not just the most beautiful Asian girl!)
Anyways I could get all preachy about equality and race and blah blah blah, but honestly it's just not necessary. We don't all look alike, we don't all speak the same language, (I get called a Geisha all the time...yeah, I'm Chinese, not Japanese buddy boy) and we especially don't all have the same customs. Asia is as diverse as it is here in Canada, and if you're really having trouble grasping this fact, then for the love of humanity, Wikipedia that shit! Try not to be mindlessly ignorant and respectful and you're good to go. Oh, and don't tell me I look like Lucy Liu...or I might have to kick some ass.
x
Monday, June 6, 2011
OMFG -- now available in a cocktail glass!
A friend informed me that while enjoying a weekend in Montreal, that there was an OMFG drink available at a cool spot in Montreal called Distillery 3! So, to all my traveling darling followers out there who want a little piece of OMFG in their lives, check it out if you're in Montreal! Grapefruit infused and refreshing...OMFG indeed.
A big thank you to Kelly for spotting it! Bottoms up lovelies!
x
A big thank you to Kelly for spotting it! Bottoms up lovelies!
Sunday, June 5, 2011
What's cover got to do with it? -- OMFG
In the world after the sun goes down, one where looks, money and reputation talk more than anything else, it's easy for an ego to go from a wee little thing to a whale of a thing. Bouncers, promoters and club owners make the decisions and getting to know the right people can make for a decidedly easy or decidedly difficult nightlife existence. For those that are used to the velvet ropes opening without having to say anything, inflated egos are the norm...and boy do they ever get pumped up and fast! For people who claim to throw around bills like it's no big deal, nothing quite gets an ego irritated like a twenty dollar (or less!) cover charge.
Yes, I've been quite spoiled when it comes to club treatment. I can't remember the last time I paid cover, and usually get walked in and led to straight to a booth. However, I know this is because a) I'm a model and let's face it, people want to party with the pretty people, b) I've been a fixture on the scene long enough to know and be friends with many of the promoters and club owners or c) I'm now a promoter myself, and well if I didn't get let right into my own parties that'd be pretty embarrassing! What I am certain of is that I'm not being let in because of anything more substantial than that. So, when I'm out with friends who may not be hardcore clubbers like yours truly, I have no problem shelling out the $10 or what-have-you that stands between my friends and I, and the other side the door. We all know nothing's more annoying than a model who thinks he or she is a movie star. Relax there sweetheart, hotness in this scene is a dime a dozen.
Models who get all huffy and puffy over cover are laughable in that you clearly can see they value their looks more than the dude letting people in. For any model who wants to be taken seriously, boy or girl, I'd knock off the princess act immediately, if not sooner. (For the record male models who try and pull this shit are ten times more pathetic than the girls that do....just don't do it boys. It effeminates you even further and come on, you're already male models. Unless you're okay with being feminine pieces of meat...then by all means.)
However, non models, especially all the alpha-men out there who claim to have this, that, and anything else they want at their disposal, who make a fuss about cover are just as, if not more pathetic in my opinion. I mean really really, as the macho man you say you are, are you going to let something as measly as ten or twenty dollars throw off your whole night? From what I've seen, the answer is apparently yes. I've witnessed grown men throw downright hissy-fits, threatening to call this person and that person over the supposedly inhuman way they're being treated. Asking the door girl to check guest list one more time is one thing, or bbm-ing the owner to see if he can pop out is all right as well, but acting like a jerk whose entire night is being derailed for every second he has to stand outside while tapping his Gucci loafers and threatening to never come back? Oh goodness. If these macho men only knew their behavior was contradicting their whole alpha-male stance to the core. The irony.
On some level I get it. If you're used to getting what you want time after time and then it's suddenly denied to you, it can be off-putting. But for those with true swagger and class, knowing it has nothing to do with who you are (and how can these measly door people not know that already?!) and probably more to do with it's just a really packed night at a club makes it so an ego can go unscathed. It happens to the best of us, guys and dolls, and those of us who know this pony up the $10, waltz through the door with a smile, and dance the night away. I once was with a group of friends and a guy I was interested in at the time when we were all stopped at the door for cover. After briefly talking to the door dude, the guy motioned for all of us to go in. I only found out later that instead of making a fuss, he had discreetly paid cover for all of us and didn't even bother mentioning it. Now that my dear bloggees, is a true alpha male.
x
Yes, I've been quite spoiled when it comes to club treatment. I can't remember the last time I paid cover, and usually get walked in and led to straight to a booth. However, I know this is because a) I'm a model and let's face it, people want to party with the pretty people, b) I've been a fixture on the scene long enough to know and be friends with many of the promoters and club owners or c) I'm now a promoter myself, and well if I didn't get let right into my own parties that'd be pretty embarrassing! What I am certain of is that I'm not being let in because of anything more substantial than that. So, when I'm out with friends who may not be hardcore clubbers like yours truly, I have no problem shelling out the $10 or what-have-you that stands between my friends and I, and the other side the door. We all know nothing's more annoying than a model who thinks he or she is a movie star. Relax there sweetheart, hotness in this scene is a dime a dozen.
Models who get all huffy and puffy over cover are laughable in that you clearly can see they value their looks more than the dude letting people in. For any model who wants to be taken seriously, boy or girl, I'd knock off the princess act immediately, if not sooner. (For the record male models who try and pull this shit are ten times more pathetic than the girls that do....just don't do it boys. It effeminates you even further and come on, you're already male models. Unless you're okay with being feminine pieces of meat...then by all means.)
However, non models, especially all the alpha-men out there who claim to have this, that, and anything else they want at their disposal, who make a fuss about cover are just as, if not more pathetic in my opinion. I mean really really, as the macho man you say you are, are you going to let something as measly as ten or twenty dollars throw off your whole night? From what I've seen, the answer is apparently yes. I've witnessed grown men throw downright hissy-fits, threatening to call this person and that person over the supposedly inhuman way they're being treated. Asking the door girl to check guest list one more time is one thing, or bbm-ing the owner to see if he can pop out is all right as well, but acting like a jerk whose entire night is being derailed for every second he has to stand outside while tapping his Gucci loafers and threatening to never come back? Oh goodness. If these macho men only knew their behavior was contradicting their whole alpha-male stance to the core. The irony.
On some level I get it. If you're used to getting what you want time after time and then it's suddenly denied to you, it can be off-putting. But for those with true swagger and class, knowing it has nothing to do with who you are (and how can these measly door people not know that already?!) and probably more to do with it's just a really packed night at a club makes it so an ego can go unscathed. It happens to the best of us, guys and dolls, and those of us who know this pony up the $10, waltz through the door with a smile, and dance the night away. I once was with a group of friends and a guy I was interested in at the time when we were all stopped at the door for cover. After briefly talking to the door dude, the guy motioned for all of us to go in. I only found out later that instead of making a fuss, he had discreetly paid cover for all of us and didn't even bother mentioning it. Now that my dear bloggees, is a true alpha male.
x
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