Stuff White People Like

I think the Internet has to be the best thing that’s ever happened to funny people. I mean, where else can we (and I use the term “we” very figuratively) mindlessly spout all of our hilarious stories and pretend that people are sitting at their computer laughing out loud at such humourous rhetoric. It makes us feel powerful and smart and clever. And in that way, the Internet could also be the worst thing to happen to funny people, because where would funny people be without all the rejection and humility that comes from telling a story and having someone stare at you blankly? But that’s a topic for a different post.

So, while perusing sites throughout the Interweb, I found one called Stuff White People Like. And it’s so spot on, it’s scary! A few exerpts from my favorites:

#69 Mos Def – He is everything that white people dream about: authentic (”he’s from Brooklyn!”), funny (”he was on Chapelle show!”), artistic (have you heard “Black on Both Sides?”), an actor (”he’s in the new Gondry film!”) and not white (”I don’t see race”).

He has done an amazing job of being in big budget movies (The Italian Job) and having one of his songs become a white person wedding staple (Ms. Fat Booty) but still retaining authenticity and credibility.

#49 Vintage – Beginning in their late teens, white people begin an obsession with finding cool vintage clothing at local thrift shops and Goodwills. Making purchases at these locations address a number of white person needs.

First, it allows them to say “oh, this? I got this shirt at Goodwill for $3.” This statement focuses the attention on the shirt, taking attention away from the $350 jeans and $200 shoes. The white person can then retain that precious ‘indie’ cred.

Secondly, it allows a white person to have something that other white people don’t. This is an important consideration when trying to determine the worth and ranking of white people.

#38 Arrested Development – They also love it because there are a few references to white popular culture, and if there is one thing that white people love, it’s cultural references that they understand (see Garden State, The Onion, and Juno for examples).

If you are ever a white person’s house, and you see an orange box in their DVD collection, you should say “oh, you have Arrested Development, I love that show!” To which you will be offered a glass of wine, and perhaps an invitation to 80s night.

#32 Vegan/Vegetarianism – As with many white people activities, being vegan/vegetarian enables them to feel as though they are helping the environment AND it gives them a sweet way to feel superior to others. For further evidence, note how the vegetarian world has increasing levels of extemism (no meat, no dairy, no eggs, no fish, nothing that has been cooked, etc).

Much like not watching TV, this makes white people pretty hard to deal with on a day to day basis – having dinner, going to restaurants, having them over to watch political debates all become major challenges as they will talk about how they cannot eat anything and would rather that the meat and cheese be thrown in the garbage than put into their bodies.

But wait, aren’t there white people who eat organice, grain fed, free range cattle and chicken? Yes, these white people are wracked with guilt knowing that they are eating a dead animal, contributing to rainforest deforestation, and global warming.

For more (and trust me, you’ll laugh your bum off) click here. But if you are a white person that was offended by any of the above (and if you are, then please, stop taking yourself so effing seriously), you may not want to click. The ones I posted are pretty tame, comparitively.

In My Head

Is anyone else obsessed with the song “Anyone Else But You” from the movie Juno? I’ve had it on repeat on my iPod for, like, a week, and I just can’t get sick of it. I have an office at my new job (yes, an adult office, not a cubicle, finally) and after 5+ years in the cubes it’s hard for me to get used to the quiet of my own space. I almost miss the constant barrage of other people’s private phone calls (I said, almost). So I’ve had my iPod blaring from my speakers for the past two days straight. Much better than 3 simultaneous conference calls, all on speakerphone.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Of course, I forgot to buy Valentine’s for Lucy or her classmates (hey, it’s been a rough week), but a couple of weeks ago I ordered Trent’s gift. Thank goodness, or he wouldn’t have received anything. When he found it on his carseat this morning, he called me and said “You are weird. Happy Valentine’s Day.” He also claimed to have spent five minutes trying to figure out what it was. Can you guess?

My Heart

After figuring out what it was, he said “So, there is some woman in Canada sitting around knitting anatomical hearts and packing them up in Cheerio’s boxes?” My response, “Yes, and she is awesome.”

Maybe I should have gotten him the boobie pins? Or maybe the “dinky” puppets?

Hope everyone’s day is as wonderfully weird as ours!

Me and Lu in a Few Years

First, we shall get low…

Then do the Soulja Boy dance…

Date Night

A few years ago, back when I was pregnant and working at a very scary job at a PR firm with a redheaded boss who yelled a lot, Trent and I decided to get a Netflix membership. There were a few reasons for this, mostly because we were too cheap (read: poor, unwed, pregnant) to get cable and both of us worked all the damn time, so it was easier to have movies come to us then try to schedule ourselves around when things would be on TV. We kept our membership for about a year, and I used to get so excited when I’d see that red envelope sticking out of my mailbox. After a while, though, the film industry seemed to go into a slump and we ended up renting more TV show seasons than anything else. Someday I’m going to have to figure out how to explain to Lucy that her birth story includes myself being interrupted during a very emotional episode of One Tree Hill, and that will be a sad day, indeed.

After Lucy was born and I decided to stay home and do freelance work for a few months to get away from the scary redheaded woman, we ended up finally cancelling Netflix and getting cable. I was home all day and was so bored and sleep deprived, and damnit! I needed my VH1 fix! When I went back to work full time, we cancelled the cable again, as once more we had no time for it, so what was the point?

This Christmas, after looking at our last 2 months of Blockbuster bills, we decided to give ourselves the gift of Netflix. And already, after less than a month, we’ve gone through almost all the movies in our que and are back to TV shows. Have you ever seen Dexter? Holy crap, get Showtime or rent it, please! Because that show is incredible. And it actually did the impossible. After watching 3, 1-hour episodes last week in one sitting, Trent looked at me and said, “Just so you know, this constitutes hanging out. With me. For 3 hours. Watching TV. And actually enjoying it.”

Who knew? All we needed was a clever little show about a serial killer that works as a blood spatter expert for the Miami Police Department to bring us together.

Netflix, bringing couples back to couch since 2000.

Alternative tagline: Bringing ‘effing anime back in to my life and making me want to jump out a ten-story window.

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