Thursday, February 12, 2004 

You just can't say that about Jordan Catalano!

I have uncovered the evil lurking in the internet. There are people out there who can post anything (well, including me, I suppose). An evil, evil woman on MSN posted the following in an article titled "TV's best and worst boyfriends":

"Worst Idea: Jordan Catalano, played by Jared Leto, “My So-Called Life”
Lost Me At: “Just a girl.” (said with a shrug)
No one could have faulted young Angela Chase for pining for the emotionally unavailable Jordan, nor could she be blamed for dreaming that something lurked behind the blank expressions. It probably did.
In the long run, though, ... what is romantic at 15 or 16 has as much to do with what you are trying to prove as it does with what’s going to make you happy. Jordan’s claustrophobic reaction to his own feelings quickly wore thin. His heart never seemed to be in his periodic experiments with hand-holding and other good boyfriend rituals. And — well, he was in a band, and being in a band, like falling down during your double-axel, results in a mandatory deduction."

Does she know NOTHING about my adolescence? 1st, Jordan Catalano is a God. He is so Godlike that you cannot just call him Jordan, you must call him Jordan Catalano. I knew one of these boys. Despite the fact that we were pretty good friends and that he came up with some of the stupidest nicknames ever for me (yes, someone once really called me Kare Package and had his entire fraternity do the same), I still (just over 10 years later) refer to him by his full name. I sometimes even throw in his middle name for good measure.

And, yes, of COURSE Jordan's in a band. All the good ones (dark, mysterious, oddly goofy for someone who's supposed to be so dark and mysterious) are. And she missed out on Jordan's finer points -- the learning disability that no one understood, the emotion he had for his car -- all the important things. Yes, that thing about the car was supposed to sound pathetic. But I really loved Jordan. Instead of understanding him as the dark, mysterious but amazingly good kisser Angela knew him to be, this idiot woman puts him in with Frasier Crane (for being an insufferable windbag) and Dawson Leery (for being a controlling stalker).

I can agree with those -- Frasier is annoying, and I was always a Pacey Witter fan. But this woman has ruined the day of the 14 year old girl who lives inside me. Next thing you know, she'll tell me that Gilmore Girls is unrealistic.

Monday, February 09, 2004 

The problem with immediate gratification

So, there's a problem with the world today. Okay, so there are a lot of problems with the world, but today I'm just looking at one.... The world moves too freakin fast.

In fact, the world moves so fast that we expect everything to happen immediately. Maybe not "we" but me. I expect everything to happen at the moment when I'm thinking about it. Email and especially IM have just made it worse. I email someone and I just assume that they are sitting in front of their computers, waiting to email me back. That's the arrogant part of me. The self-conscious, insecure part envisions them sitting there, reading the email from me and saying, "geez, not Karen again. the last thing I want to do is talk to her."

IM is the worst. You know the person is there, because the evil Microsoft gods have told you "____ is available." And you know that you emailed them. And then they disappear off your list, never to be seen again, without an email or IM response. Which, obviously, means they simply do not love you anymore.

It also occurs to me that those friends of mine who do not spend all day at a computer must think I am insane. You see, there are a limited number of friends and an unlimited number of emails. I am planner girl, after all, and sometimes I am trying to plan several things at a time (baseball game, hockey, concert, etc.). I can only assume that the friends of mine who get all these emails and only check their email once a week must think I have nothing to do all day but email. Which, I suppose, is not all that far from the truth. And then, somewhere, in the ridiculous number of emails I have sent to the same people, is the one "important" email which, like the others, goes unanswered. I should expect as much, since the person has just spent all of their free computer time reading my emails and has run out of time to respond.

One last thought on this. Not only does the world move too fast, but I envision it moving faster for some of my friends than for others. There is a very good friend of mine who I haven't heard from in a little over 6 months. I have emailed and have not heard back, and yet I know that, eventually, he will email me because he always loves me no matter what. And then there are the poor souls whose love I apparently do not trust. Because if they fail to email for a week, I assume that they hate me or are dead. In my mind, there simply no other options. So to them, I must apologize. I will try to be better.

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