I don't order lemondrops.

she would.

I've have gotten pretty damn close to perfecting the art of dining alone. While this might be seen as...pathetic, sad, lonely, or pitiful I relish in the experience. PLUS...I'm on this new trend of being very lucky and makin' friends everywhere I go!

{ok, so these strangers probably just feel sorry for me and figure that I am an easy target- a young girl dining alone- let's pounce.}


Carrying on. The 'greatest French thinker of the 20th century' and my personal favorite French writer (a close second is Camus, but he's Algerian..whatever) Jean Baudrillard. Just (finally) finished his book America and found numerous snippets of knowledge applicable to my everyday life and he says that dining alone is possibly the SADDEST thing that could happen to a man.
Maybe, he really meant man as man and not universally. Dining alone as a man would be sad- women don't make the effort to hit on guys- it's still a social norm for the men to take the risks/be the pursuer. Dining alone as a girl could possibly be seen as douchebaggy because she is just wanting someone to approach her and flatter her ego.
I am not saying that girl is me.
Not yet.

Gable and Monroe in The Misfits

I have been on a Marilyn Monroe kick recently. I've never really liked the woman because I didn't like how sensitive and feminine she was- and men loved it- because they believe aka she played them-like she could be taken advantage of - she was her movie role of "the dumb blonde" manifested in size 12 glory. BUT... I watched the creepy-ass Don't Bother To Knock then last night attended the Carey Grant double feature at the AERO in Santa Monica. After eating pie and Earl Grey for dinner I headed to the theater and saw The Misfits- an Arthur Miller (my love) screen play with Clark Gable (his last movie) and Monroe (her's as well.) Would definitely watch again- but god did the Marilyn character bother me- crying over animals and shit...pussy. And, again, that's what men like.
Next, was the dreadfully long but entertaining San Francisco (1936) about some drama nightclub shit then culminating in the 1906 earthquakeeee!

*Another point- what about going to movies alone? Is that off limits too? Is that pathetic?

no.