“It’s a beautiful night, we’re looking for something dumb to do, hey baby I think I wanna marry you”

April 25, 2012 § Leave a comment

Wedding season has been well underway, evidenced by the growing number of save-the-dates and invitations that have accumulated on our mail pile. It seems like every other weekend a new couple posts engagement photos on Facebook or announces the happy news.

But somewhere in the midst of RSVPs and remembering the registry last minute (desperately trying to avoid being the one to buy the happy couple a spatula), to taking advantage of the open bar and/or posing regrettably in the photo booth, it has become abundantly clear that common sense isn’t always common sense when it comes to wedding festivities. So in case you need a refresher course in matrimony etiquette:

1. Unless you happen to know that the event is accommodating children (kids’ table, daycare, etc.), find a sitter for your brats. Don’t assume that your children can be part of your RSVP.

2. In fact, don’t assume that the RSVP is for anyone but you and your date (if you are allowed one). Weddings and receptions are notoriously expensive, and it’s mind numbingly rude if you bring your entire family of seven expecting a table.

3. Don’t bully the wedding party or ask to be the exception. It’s unfair to everyone else and it’s unfair to guilt the bride/groom.

4. Stick to the registry. If it’s miraculously complete, a check or giftcard is appropriate. Do not go rogue and think that romantic DVDs or cleaning supplies are adequate gifts. There’s a reason why they didn’t ask for it in the first place.

5. Ladies: no matter how casual the wedding, your Vegas party clothes will never be appropriate for anywhere else than Vegas. If you have to ask, “Is this too short?” IT IS.

6. Gentlemen: Jeans and nuptials is a big ass no. I don’t care if it’s in a backyard.

7. It kills me that I have to say it at all, but I always see at least one: DON’T WEAR ALL WHITE. No matter how “modern” or “new-age” you think you are, this shit is exclusive to the bride.

8. You are not a wedding reviewer. You are no bridal fashion expert or food critic. As far as the bride and groom are concerned, this ceremony is the most beautiful you’ve ever seen and every choice they have made is perfect. You will hold your damn tongue and reserve any judgment for the car ride home.

9. Weddings ceremonies are supposed to be composed, elegant, and even a bit stoic. The reception is not. The reception is the time to party, time to loosen those ties a bit (never should you wear it as a headband). Have a few drinks. But never to a point where you’re ralphing in the bushes or groping the mother of the bride.

10. It has occurred to me that an overwhelming number of you now own DSLRs. I get it too: they take nicer photos. But for the love of god, let the professional do his/her job and stay out of his/her way.

11. If you are single/dateless and someone asks you to dance, the answer is always, always yes.

“You can pay for school but you can’t buy class”

October 26, 2011 § 1 Comment

Honie and I have what we simply and aptly call, our “Rules.” It started out, like many things, an inside joke about boys we would never date: a guy driving a yellow car or one who thinks baggy cargo shorts are a good look.

She’s too young to understand (or appreciate) it now, but with her budding teenagehood comes the inevitable stages of liking boys (much to Ki’s chagrin). Through first butterflies and awkward flirting, I know that Honie has begun to piece together qualities and traits she values the most in the opposite sex, setting the precedent for the rest of dating life.

And thinking about Honie’s introduction to romance got me thinking about how my own preferences have aged and adapted over the years. And after observing some male behaviors recently, it occurred to me what it really meant to be a man. Obvious anatomy aside, it takes much more to be classified as one, at least to me. It not about the impressive salary and flashy things he may own; any goon with a few bucks can buy expensive things. The true character of a man is in the intangible qualities, ones that can’t be bought, traded, or bargained. It’s in the minute details of his actions, like the way he treats his enemies, as well as his allies.

What else? 

1. Loyalty. Without it, a man is nothing.

2. Men eat. Heartily. Unapologetically.

3. A man acknowledges his flaws but refuses to accept them. He works to improve them, despite knowing the futility in his efforts. He carries humility in his pocket, always.

4. A man knows the often blurred yet discernible distinction of being ambitious and determined, with being selfish and cunning. You can be ruthless and compassionate. You can be maniacally driven to succeed without sacrificing integrity. At no point in his endeavors will he expose himself to the possibility of being called a weasel.

5. Men understand the modern rules of chivalry* (giving up the remote, removing the nasty hair gunk from the shower drain, etc.) and practice them. They do not complain about this shit. *Other forms of chivalry, restaurant edition.

6. His appearance is never sloppy, because a man gets his shit tailored.

7. A man is generous, with both his time and fortune.

8. Respect: contrary to popular belief, men do not demand it. They earn it.

9. Alpha men are undeniably distinguished as such because they have a spine. Made of steel. Men of this caliber represent the highest level of nobility. And they know it takes more than an intimidating stature and status to be called one.

10. Conviction. With it, a man is everything.

"Suppose I kept on singing love songs, just to break my own fall"

February 9, 2011 § Leave a comment

You know what people like? Cheesy shit. Romantic shit. That OMG-this-makes-me-want-to-barf-out-of-my-eyesballs-but-I-secretly-wish-it-was-my-shit shit. Then enters Valentine’s Day, taking this vomit-inducing behavior to an entirely new level of queasiness. You can’t take four steps in a single direction right now without seeing a barrage of pink and red, hearts and cupids, chocolates and roses, and oversized novelty stuffed animals. And there’s really nothing wrong with that. There are people who really love this over-commercialized holiday. There’s nothing wrong with being in love with love. But there’s also nothing wrong with boycotting the holiday completely, only looking forward to the day after, when all that candy is on sale for half off.

February 14th may seem like a discriminatory holiday, reserved for the lovers, the romantics, the grade schoolers. But what I’ve come to realize is that this date isn’t exclusive to those having a sweaty hand to hold, googily eyes to stare at, or disgusting pet names to shamelessly share. I know plenty of couples that roll their eyes at the holiday’s hoopla. I also know plenty of single friends who spend it together, sharing a different, but equally fulfilling kind of love.

And personally, I think Valentines is a bit overrated. A holiday shouldn’t be a prerequisite to showing affection. Why not surprise someone on an ordinary day? Why not some “Hey, it’s Thursday!” chocolates, or “Congrats on paying your bills on time!” tulips, or a “You didn’t hit anyone with your car today, here’s a bracelet!” Why do the “meaningful gifts” have to be designated to a specific day? Why not celebrate the smallest victories, the every day life?

And what’s with the passive-aggressive pressure to find the all-elusive perfect gift? What ever happened to the homemade macaroni noodle card? Or a poem? (Roses are red, violets are blue, I’ve gained 10 pounds, since I started dating you.) Before you panic and scourge the mall for a piece of jewelry that she’ll then pretend to like, consider simplifying things.* Unless you’re dating a superficial dipshit, most girls just want to know you care.

A mixtape is an underrated, fading art form. Any idiot with a basic knowledge of iTunes can create a playlist packed with song titles with love in the title. The key to a great mixed tape is finding meaningful songs (as endearing as “honey got some boobies like wow, oh wow” sounds, it lack a certain eloquence). Ideally, you should have no problem coming up with the songs to best describe and dedicate to your lovely lady, but for the time-crunched or lyrically challenged, here’s a few ideas to help you get started.

“Won’t ya kiss me on that that midnight street, sweep me off my feet, singin’ ain’t this life so sweet?” – David Gray, “This Year’s Love”

Perfect For: The beginning of a relationship when you allow yourself to be super naïve.

Bottom Line: We all know how it is in that first stage of a relationship – you want to believe in all the possibilities, be around each other all day and night, and obsessively tweet about how amazing life is. Also, you still sneak off into your closet to let out a fart during a movie rental night on your couch (No? Is that just me?). It’s healthy to be optimistic. I just wouldn’t start designing wedding invites quite yet.

Related: “Love Is You” – Chrisette Michele (“Well, love must be a drug to make me feel this way”)

 

“Cause I’ve learned in the past, that love will never do without you” – Janet Jackson, “Love Will Never Do (Without You)

Perfect For: Romantics. Queso lovers.

Bottom Line: Get that? Love itself ceases to function without you, yo.

Related: “She Is Love” – Parachute (“They call her love, love, love, love, love”)


“I got faith in you and I, so put your pretty little hand in mine” – Miguel, “Sure Thing”

Perfect For: Swoon effect (also known as the ultimate cheese). Middle school romances.

Bottom Line: There’s a reason why so many of us girls went through a boyband phase: because those dudes gave us our first glimpse (albeit, disillusioned) of true love. Also, there is not a female on this planet who doesn’t like being told how amazing she is (we’ll just deny, deny, deny). We never outgrow that. Like, ever.

Related: “This I Promise You – NSYNC (“I’ve loved you forever, in lifetimes before”), “Just the Way You Are” – Bruno Mars (“Her laugh, her laugh, she hates but I think it’s so sexy”)

“And it’s sick that all these battles are what keeps me satisfied” – Skylar Grey, “Love the Way You Lie”

Perfect For: Dysfunctional relationships. Masochists.

Bottom Line: If songs like this resonate best/most with you regarding your current relationship, I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that you can probably do better.

Related: “Not Myself” – Amos Lee (“Does anybody have a clue? How hard I’ve worked at loving you?”),“Gravity” – Sara Bareilles (“You loved me ‘cause I’m fragile, when I thought that I was strong”), “Slow Dancing In a Burning Room” – John Mayer (“Go cry about it, why don’t you?”)

 

{WTF, not a single copy of this Garth Brooks song is available for embedding. What is the substitute? An asston of covers that I’d rather avoid shuffling through. Sorry}

“She’s sun and rain, she’s fire and ice. A little crazy, but it’s nice” – Garth Brooks, “She’s Every Woman”

Perfect For: Every female that ever existed. Also, the bipolar.

Bottom Line: Listen guys, we know we’re more than a little nutty sometimes. Even the most rational, level-headed, seemingly well-adjusted get off-balance sometimes, so bless your confused little hearts for being patient enough to tolerate it. We appreciate it more than we’ll ever dare to admit.

Related: “Beautiful Mess” – Jason Mraz (“Your style is quite selective, but your mind is rather reckless”)

“A man needs something he can hold onto, a nine-pound hammer or a woman like you” – Ray LaMontagne, “Jolene”

Perfect For: The wanderers, the commit-a-phobes and those seeking refuge in the arms of another. Also, those with substance abuse issues.

Bottom Line: This dude can’t get his ish together (for crying out loud, he’s waking up from a drunken knock-out, with his face all busted), despite the fact that there’s this woman who’s obviously doing all sorts of things to keep his soul intact. But imagine that kind of love – the kind of love that anchors someone, keeping his sanity, keeping the slightest glimmer of hope, keeping him from going over the edge completely. I have plenty of anchors like that (see: Moon family), but I’d like to be someone else’s anchor, someone’s nine-pound hammer someday. So get it together man – clean yourself up and go home – there’s a woman who loves you.
Related: “Better Man” – James Morrison (“Well, I needed shelter from the storm I was in”), “She’s Got a Way” – Billy Joel (“She’s got a smile that heals me”)

Don’t underestimate the power of the mixtape. The cheese is less potent when it’s in ballad form. Let the lyrics help you communicate the words that are difficult to vocalize.

Bonus points for accommodating choreography and subsequent performance(s).

*Uh, it’s not like I would turn away any gifts (I like shiny things). I am, after all, a chick (for the most part).

"You better check yo’ self before you wreck yo’ self"

September 21, 2010 § Leave a comment

Although flying is my least favorite form of transportation (right up there with riding a camel bareback), I find myself on a plane numerous times throughout the year. I could buy a sensible sedan with how much I’ve probably spent on airfare in the last four years, and now that I’m back in Seattle, I know that trips home are going to be a significant portion of my expenses again (that’s only half true, I steal my dad’s miles when I can). Because I consider myself an experienced flier, I know exactly how to get through security quickly. I know that my laptop needs to be out of the case and in a separate bin. I don’t wear belts I have to take off. I follow all the TSA rules obediently because I know that it only takes one pissed-off employee to decide she wants to search through my stuff for some suspicious-looking nail polish. Airports are the one place where, no matter who you are, and what your status is, you can’t argue anything away. If you do, chances are, things are going to get far worse, and most likely, slow things way down for everyone else as well. Don’t be that person. Don’t be the asshole who throws a fit because you’ve packed something that is clearly outlined as being prohibited (tsa.gov). Don’t complain about missing your flight when you’re getting a random pat down. If you’ve ever thought that all TSA employees seem to be annoyed and unsympathetic, it’s because they are. Make things easier for yourself and for everyone else and just follow the rules.

And if you thought that taking off your shoes (think about how many bare feet have touched the ground before you; so don’t look at me weird when I’m sanitizing mine with anti-bacterial gel as soon as I retrieve my shoes), and allowing total strangers to rifle through your shit weren’t awkward enough, think about how the most basic of courtesies and common sense seem to fly out the window (pun intended) when you’re in the air. Just because we’re 30,000-something feet up doesn’t mean manners stop counting, but that’s exactly what seems to happen with some people. I’ve witnessed my fair share of pretty atrocious behavior, from near fistfights to oh-no-you-didn’t comments. But it’s the smaller incidents of eyebrow-raising behavior that become the most repulsive, and thus I have compiled a list – etiquette to flying – if you will (although after further consideration, could be applied to most other public areas).

1. Grooming rituals need be limited to your bathroom, or at least, in the comfort of your own home. How you could possibly think it to be acceptable for you to be clipping your nails on a plane is beyond my realm of understanding. And when I mention comfort, I meant the comfort of all those around you. Don’t apply your deodorant in your seat. Don’t readdress the pus-infected bandage around your toes. And for pete’s sake, anything that requires a magnifying mirror has no business up in the air.

2. It’s probably not the most romantic thing in the world to be engaged in any level of PDA with a stranger’s elbow rubbing up against yours.

3. Keep your little brats in control. We do not think it’s cute that your toddler is running and screaming down the aisle, or jumping up and down in his seat. Same goes for your snot-infested youngin’ who cannot keep his feet from going all Michael Flatley on the back of my seat. I am not unreasonable; I get that kids throw tantrums (but we Moon kids never did – just sayin’), and so I will give the parents some leeway to take action. But far too often, I watch as parents do absolutely nothing. News flash: this isn’t called tough-love, it’s called shitty parenting.

4. You know, it’d probably just be easier if kids under the age of 15 were banned on redeyes. Or at the very least, muzzled.

5. It’s a confined space people. Think about it; we’re trapped in an aluminum tube, breathing in recycled air. So anything that could permeate a smell should be strictly limited, no matter how convinced you are that it won’t bother anyone. I can’t stand the stench of fast food 99% of the time, so imagine how much worse it is when I’m strapped in, with nowhere to go, with the smell of heart disease all around me. In retrospect, I bet the sight of my vomit would make that chili-burger a lot less appetizing.

6. Keep your carry-on minimal. Don’t bring so much crap with you that Group 4 has to check-in their bags because all the overhead compartments are full.

7. Dude, the headphones are on. That’s the universal code for ‘leave me alone’.

8. Going back to pre-flight rules, avoid wearing shoes that take longer than 5 seconds to remove. Especially types like these:

And these:

9. Call me old-fashioned, but you will never, ever, ever see me wearing pajamas, slippers, and carrying a pillow to a flight. How is this an acceptable dress code anywhere besides your home? There was a time when people got dressed up to ride an airplane (ask your parents). There’s a picture of my grandpa at the airport two decades ago where he’s donning a suit. People used to do that. I’m all about comfort when being limited to a confined space for long periods of time, but this doesn’t give you an excuse to look like you’re ready to head to a sleepover.

10. There are only two types of people you’ll ever get seated to: the cougher, or the sweet grandma. More often than not, it will be both.

11. I once spent an entire flight seated next to a Jehovah’s Witness who tried to recruit me. Needless to say, it was the longest two and a half hours of my life.

12. Men in sleeveless shirts: Yes at the gym, Maybe at the beach, No anywhere else.

13. If you tell someone where you’re from, they will tell you everything you already know in the form of rhetorical questions. Example: “Oh you’re from Seattle, where the Space Needle is?” Yes, I did know that Starbucks originated here. Yes, it rains plenty. No, I don’t really mind. No, I don’t know Bill Gates personally. There’s no stopping these repeated conversations from happening once initiated, so suck it up, put up a grin, and nod. Or pretend to fall asleep.

14. I am convinced that there is a correlation of a box-office tanking to the in-flight movie.

15. Don’t be the creepy white dude. You know exactly what I’m talking about.

“No I’m not a Jonas, brother I’m a grown up. No I’m not a virgin, I use my cajones”

April 7, 2010 § 1 Comment

Honie and I stopped to refuel at California Pizza Kitchen while shopping the other day, and we witnessed what was an obvious first date (let’s set aside the fact that a first date was occurring at CPK for a second). Including the painfully awkward and sparse conversation, the girl was using a fork and knife on her pizza (no), and I caught the guy checking out the waitress’s ass at least three times (a bigger no). I thought about the first dates I’ve been on (and shocked myself when I realized I’ve actually had a few), and realized that there are things that I’ve always assumed to be second nature, but others do not (or have forgotten with time). These of course, change and adapt with time – as a relationship grows, so does the level of comfort in which you can be a bit more lax (but not too much – don’t make us think we’re dating a barbarian). But first impressions are everything, so until we’re at a point where neither of us will be too repulsed by a particularly disgusting belch (I can do A thru M before my throat gives out), please do your best to follow these on the first few dates:

1. Remember when answering a phone at the dinner table was a big taboo? It also applies to text messaging. If it were a big group dinner, I would understand, but if I’m the only one sitting with you at the table and I’ve shaved my legs, you better put that thing away.

2. Unless you are deathly allergic, stop picking stuff off your plate. You chew, you swallow. Not too difficult of a concept.

3. Don’t sniff the food. Yes, I’m going to eat this, so stop pulling your face.

4. What is this salad bullshit? You are a grown-ass man, eat like one. Also, none of the “dressing on the side”, “light on the oil” crap. Being picky and prissy is my job. Burgers are always manly. Add some bacon, even manlier. Ordering a burger should be as simple as your usual at Starbucks, so resist making too many specifications. If you don’t want mayo, I’ll let that slide, because frankly, mayo is disgusting.

5. With that said, you should be eating your vegetables. What are you, six?

6. You should always order a larger serving of ice cream/frozen yogurt than me, if not only to make me feel better, but so I can mooch off yours when I’m done with mine.

7. Don’t be too surprised when I clean my plate when you’re too stuffed to take another bite. We Asian girls can have deceptively large appetites.

8. Elbows. Off. The. Table.

9. The greatest filet mignon in the world won’t save a date with a lackluster conversation. But this one can share equal blame. Unless you’re super dull. I’m a ray of sunshine.

10. There’s something undeniably sexy and confident about an uncomplicated drink order. You can never go wrong by ordering something on tap. If your cocktail is the color of an Easter egg, I can already tell you that I’ve mentally checked out of the evening.

11. It differs between gal to gal, but simplicity is always key. Sure, we like to get dressed up every once in awhile for a place with more forks and spoons than I would know what to do with, but I’d be just as happy with a pizza on the couch. As long as there’s wine. Always have wine.

12. I once dated a guy who would always rise from his seat when I approached the table. A little old school? Perhaps. But I can tell you he was getting some (put your eyebrow down, we dated for a year).

13. More than anything, respect is sexy. Respect for yourself, for your grandmother, and for the seemingly incompetent waitress of ours. You don’t have to do anything special; just don’t be an asshole when she messes up your order for the second time.

14. This list isn’t as long and demanding as you’d like to believe. Most of these are basic rules that you should already be practicing, granted your parents weren’t lazy and you’re not a hillbilly. Women get labeled high-maintenance (or worse) for wanting someone with manners. But dismissing the importance of etiquette makes you seem lethargic and careless. And those are definitely two qualities we won’t ever find sexy. You will never hear a woman say, “Oh baby, it is so attractive when pick your teeth like that with your butter knife”.

15. Unless you’re a pirate. But no eye patches, please.

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