Seeing as I had a mini meltdown only about a week ago, I thought I’d switch things up and make a list of things that make me smile rather than scream. Yeah, in your face.

1. Puppies in pet store windows. I have my own, but looking never gets old. (Sound familiar, fellas?)
2. Marshmallows.
3. Cartoons- but only cartoons of me (obvsies).
4. Flowers in NY. It’s like an unexpected kiss on the forehead.
5. This guy:(www.jasonscat.com)
6. Pedicures. No idea what you’re snickering to your friend about, but don’t stop doing what you’re doing.
7. Carousels.  Bet you didn’t know there’s a full timer over at Chelsea Piers, did you?
8. Having an extra swipe left on your Metro card when you’re in a hurry.
9. Waking up with “props” and other collected items in your purse.
10. Leaving the city you love even just for a little.

Wow, that was painful. No worries, the regular “list” will be back next week.

xx,

WhyDid

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I mean, I’m not even going to pretend I like soccer or have the slightest clue as to what is going on with this so-called “World Cup.” I do know the boys are super hot. I also know the US apparently tied England and that just seems like a big waste of time to me. Ninety minutes and no winner? Psssh. (Yes, I Googled “how long is a soccer game?” Don’t judge me).

That being said, I do appreciate the excitement and enthusiasm that people seem to have for the game (Lakers bandwagoners have nothing on World Cup bandwagoners). While strolling home late one night (morning) we ran into a raucous group who had formed their very own sidewalk party. As good New Yorkers, we joined in the fun.  We obviously had to find out what exactly was going on.

Quite honestly, we never did find out what the eff was going on. No one seemed to have a clue, nor did they care. Yet another reason to love NY. I think it is safe to assume that it did, in fact, have something to do with soccer. This video is kind of how I feel about the World Cup: no idea how we got here, no idea what’s going on, but sure does look like we’re having fun.

xx,

WhyDid

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For years women have endured the cat calls, whistles, and obnoxious shout outs from men on the street. It’s so common in NYC, that I actually no longer even hear it. When people are in from out of town they are appalled by the suggestive, aggressive, and offensive commentary.

Well, the other night, we decided to flip the script. We started treating men like the pieces of meat they’ve been treating us as from the moment we started wearing training bras. Surprisingly, our method was incredibly effective. We had a 95% return on our obnoxious commentary, which is sort of disturbing. It seems that men actually found it incredibly amusing… even (gasp) charming when we hurled lusty dialogue in their direction. Perhaps men appreciated the ladies doing the “work” for once, though I’d hardly consider telling someone to “take their top off” work.

Don’t believe me? Oh, well, don’t you worry… we documented it (obvsies):

And there you have it, my friends. Apparently, that’s all it takes.

Nice ass!

xx,

WhyDid

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You know I like nothing more than a party in my pants, so it should come as no surprise that I’m a big fan of shiny pants.  We used to associate sequins with tragic prom dresses and Liza Minelli, but now sequins can be worn “just because.”  Dress down your sequins with a casual tee and heels and dance the night away. Why shouldn’t you be the life of the party?

You may wonder why I have not included a sequin top in my picks… it’s because they actually give me heartburn. I’m all about sequins in an unexpected pop, not as a blaring disco ball across your chest. You can have too much of a good thing.

Miss Me Sequin Miniskirt, $74

Romeo & Juliet Couture Sequin Legging, $65

BCBG Sequin Shorts, $98

EIGHTY SIX Sequin Vest, $68

La Rok Sequin Social Romper, $178.80

Annnnnd me:

Keep on shining.

xx,

WhyDid

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You’ve probably been wondering where the eff I disappeared off to last week. Yeah, me too. I wish I could tell you that I was sunning in Santorini with the man of my dreams after eloping on a whim, but alas, my reasoning is not nearly that sexy. This past week has been a bit of a rough go.  I had my heart broken, I got hired, I got fired, made up my mind, changed it, lost my way, found it again – not to mention my ongoing love/hate relationship with the city in which I reside.

That being said… I’m baaaaack. I’ve discussed a few times that I seem to be suffering from what they like to call a “quarter life crisis” and I’m hoping and praying this will be the last bout with it. (Um, besides, I’m kinda heading more into the mid life crisis range at this point). I’ve gone back to my old standby – making a lot of lists and checking things off. Unfortunately, organization is not my strong suit and I’m willing to bet I have adult ADD.  It’s so easy to get distracted by the constant “noise” going on all around us- especially living in NYC. My dad often tells me to go somewhere quiet and just listen.

Sometimes I feel like I’m supposed to have it all figured out and when I look around at some of my peers who seem to have a handle on things, I get completely and utterly flustered. At times, I just shut down because I’m so overwhelmed (hence I just could not manage to type a sentence, crack a joke, or make a video last week).

I don’t want to spend time complaining about my life, because quite honestly, I have it pretty good. What I would like to do is let you guys know that it’s okay to be confused. It’s okay to get lost. It’s okay to make mistakes. There’s no need to compare yourself to others and as long as you stay focused and hold onto your dreams (and sanity), you’ll find your way.

So I do apologize for my absence and lack of crazy antics, but believe it or not, at times I do run out of things to say. I know, hard to believe. Lucky for you, I’ve had a week to stew and am raring to go.

xx,

WhyDid

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