The List Volume 2012

By |December 30th, 2011|The List|

As the years go by, they seem to pass faster and faster.  I really can’t believe how quickly this year went by.  A good way to revisit and remember 2011 was by going back through all of WhyDid’s posts and choosing my favorites.  I figured it would be pretty easy cause I couldn’t have possibly written more than 12 posts that were awesome… but it proved much more difficult than anticipated.

Throughout the year, we uncovered trends, divulged our dating secrets, re-vamped our closets and poked fun at silly celebrities.  We covered everything from ombre hair to top knots to matzo ball soup to Lana Del Rey.  It was a busy year, yet somehow, some way, I was able to pick out twelve of my favorite posts from this year to ring in 2012.

  1. Do you have a case of the ex?
  2. Don’t you dare grasp for straws.
  3. Can you teach an old dog new tricks?
  4. Remember when you were 18?
  5. Love will come when you least expect it.
  6. How come you don’t do what you love?
  7. Friends come, friends go. Are you my BFFN?
  8. Sex and the City isn’t real life.
  9. Never forget it’s the thought that counts.
  10. Unless, of course, that thought only lasts for the next 72 days.
  11. And of course, I partied in party pants.

What were your favorite posts from 2011?



Why Did You Date Him: Mr. Big Mistake

By |August 11th, 2011|Why Did You Date Him?|

By now, it should be clear how much I enjoy Sex and the City (SATC).  Not really because it is soooo accurate (cause it kind of isn’t), but because it is so very well written and there’s a lot of great shoes.  Plus, what girl doesn’t like to commiserate with others about those dogs we called men who ruined our lives?  I could watch old episodes over and over and over… and as a matter of fact thanks to our bizarrely programmed HD cable box, I get to watch it on both east and west coast timezones (booyah).  And yes, that is just what I did yesterday.  All five of the last episodes were on (that’s three hours, kids) and I watched them all.  Twice.

I love so many things about the show.  I love that it’s shot in New York and not some stupid soundstage in LA. I love the witty banter and the situations that so many of us can relate to.  There is, however, one thing that I do not love.  His name is Mr. Big.  Don’t get me wrong.  I love Mr. Big as a character.  He could charm the knickers off a nun.  What I do not love is what he represents.  He is that one guy that every girl has dated.  The unattainable for whatever reason.  The one who broke our heart.  The one who got away.

If we were to use SATC as our bible (but who would do that, seriously?), we would be led to believe that some day our mysterious, elusive Mr. Big will magically reappear back into our lives and we’ll all live happily ever after.  The end.  Newsflash: that’s ridiculous.  When Mr. Big was a douche the first time, Carrie should have kicked him to the curb- for good.  But alas, much easier said than done.  So, fine.  We give the guy another chance.  Still a douche?

Rather than seeing all the good right in front of her (Aidan? Are you effing kidding?) she continues in search of something intangible.  She’s holding out for Mr. Big while simultaneously destroying any and all good that’s right in front of her face.  Sound familiar?  I get it, you don’t want to settle, but there’s a big (no pun intended) difference between “settling” and just being outright stupid.  Get your mind right, little one.  You can go clomping around the globe chasing your Mr. Big but he’s gonna chew you up and spit you out.  A guy who treats you poorly once, always will.  You’d be much better off finding someone who loves you from moment one.

I remember right before my first “real” date with my now fiance.  I wasn’t sold on the whole idea to be honest, but my friend said to me (and I will never forget it), “This is what it looks like when a guy really likes you.”  And she was right.  He pulled out all the stops and really tried.  Once she said that to me, it was a game changer and in some ways, I have her to thank for the way things turned out.

And no, I’m not up on some soapbox just cause I happened to get lucky by meeting the male version of myself.  I’m down in the trenches with you single ladies because I get it.  Hell, I’ve been right down there with you.  I have dated in one of the toughest cities to date in: New York City.  Am I right, ladies?  There I dated some of the biggest douchebags on the planet.  I’m not kidding.  You can check my references.  I’ve been through relationship troubles that would make your stomach turn.  The reason I’m going on and on is because you ladies are beautiful and special and wonderful.  Why on earth would you EVER want someone who didn’t recognize that immediately?  Who wants a guy that took a billion years of hemming and hawing and testing out the other goods before realizing you were “the one”?

You’re better than that.

So my advice to you is to watch SATC for the clothes and Samantha’s sexy boyfriend, Smith rather than for any real life love advice.  It is a TV SHOW afterall.  And for those late adopters, 1. better late than never, 2. go out and splurge on the DVD’s. There is a lot lost in the editing for cable TV (listen, a nipple can go a long way).



Monday Mashup: Nice Guys Finish Last

By |April 25th, 2011|Monday Mashup|

Blair’s been there.  Carrie’s been there.  Even I have been there.  It’s the inner struggle between good and evil.  The choice between the good guy and the guy who makes your hair stand on end.  You know what I’m talking about.  There is the guy who you know will make a great boyfriend, great husband, great father and then there is the guy who makes your stomach flip flop when you hear the mere mention of his name.

We have all met the guys who are perfect on paper.  Good job, good family, good looking.  All reasonable logic would tell you, “Pick him! PICK! HIM!” but then there is that pesky little thing called lust.

For Blair, Dan is a complete departure from her usual type.  As a matter of fact, he is the epitome of all that is awful in her world.  Chuck on the other hand is cut from the same cloth as Ms. Waldorf.  But is Blair fighting against the very thing that she actually needs?  Are we programmed to think that we “need” one thing when in reality what we actually need is something completely different?

I’m fairly certain that women’s hearts around the world broke when Carrie ditched Aidan… not once, but twice in Sex and the City.  He was tall, dark, and most certainly handsome.  Not to mention, he was a man’s man who was good with his hands.  Carrie, WTF?  But alas, our heroine sauntered off into the sunset yet again with Mr. Big.  I can’t lie, there is something eternally endearing about Mr. Big (don’t we all have our very own Mr. Big?), but we all know he is nothing but trouble.  Was Carrie really in love or was she just addicted to the struggle?

So is there an answer to the age old question?  Head or heart?  Do good guys always finish last?

I like to think I got lucky and wound up with both head and heart.



WhyDid Wisdom: Read Between the Lines

By |March 2nd, 2011|WhyDid Wisdom|

Ugh… more brain rotting television… Why is there nothing on TV??!!  I have a solution for you… it may be a little crazy, but bear with me.  Ever thought about reading a book?  What a novel (no pun intended) idea.

I’m lucky I grew up in a “reading” household.  My parents read to me as a child. They also encouraged me to love reading.  You could say I have an active imagination so, reading a book and building the characters and their surroundings in my head was the perfect way to exercise my cute little pre-adolescent brain.

My three favorite places as a child? The drugstore, ballet class, and the bookstore.  I spent hours browsing all the books.  We even had an actual “library” in our house.  It was a magical place full of Golden Books, National Geographic, picture books, and novels.

In highschool, I was fortunate enough to attend a school that didn’t ban books- classics!- like Catcher in the Rye and The Bell Jar which were considered too “racy” or “controversial” for students.  I feel fortunate that I had the opportunity (though at the time it felt more like a chore) to experience classic literature.  Who would have thought that I’d be so thankful for all those book reports and essays years later?

Unfortunately, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve devoted less and less time to something I really love.  It becomes difficult to find time to just sit down and crack open a book.  Who am I kidding?  I’ve just started filling my downtime with useless TV shows and meaningless Facebooking and Tweeting.  So, this weekend, when we hit up Barnes and Noble for some bookshelf booty I felt like a kid all over again.

When I told my mom what I’d done this past weekend she was thrilled.  Something she always says to me is, “Reading will make you a better writer!”  She’s absolutely right… as usual.

Books are a very inexpensive way to make yourself more interesting.  Not all of us have the opportunity, let alone the resources, to travel all over the world and none of us can travel back in time (unless you’re Marty McFly).  For less than a movie ticket, you can be transported to a foreign land or different century.  Not to mention all the intellectual cuties who hang out in bookstores.

Having trouble figuring out where to start?  Here are a few books that stick out in my mind as “must reads” or at least books that I really enjoyed.  (To list them all could take forever).

  1. Gone with the Wind by  Margaret Mitchell – This may take you about a month to read, but talk about a classic! Rhett Butler is the original Mr. Big.
  2. Trading Up by Candace Bushnell (yes, the same woman who wrote Sex and the City)
  3. The Help by Kathryn Stockett – Cried my eyes out. Such a great book. Read it before they ruin it on the big screen.
  4. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee – Another banned book in most schools, but incredibly touching.
  5. Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov

So, next time you are debating whether to sit through another episode of Kourtney and Kim Take New York or The Jersey Shore (which is lesser of two evils?), perhaps you’ll just hit “power” and pick up a book instead.

The End.



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