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WhyDid Wisdom: The Mysterious Case of the Missing Blog

By Kirsten|September 27th, 2012|WhyDid Wisdom|

About a week ago, I stopped posting on WhyDid. I just was not feeling the least bit inspired and rather than spam your feeds with insincere, lackluster, and subpar content, I gave myself a little bit of a mental break. I felt as if I was at a turning point trying to decide whether or not I even wanted to keep blogging. I love writing, but being the sensitive creative person that I am (read: spazz), I find it difficult to separate blogging with actual writing. One always distracts me from the other. And while I’m already 26,000 words into my first novel, that only equates to half and I haven’t touched it since my cross-country exodus. Also, I’d be lying if I didn’t feel free when I got up in the morning and had time to do all the other things that I typically get distracted from when I’m crafting up snarky quality content for WhyDid. Anyone who thinks blogging is “easy” needs to go ahead and try it.

When I was hanging out with some friends this past Saturday and we went to go watch one of my last How To Tuesday videos, the site frankly told us, “No Posts Match Your Search.” Oh, perfect. I couldn’t really deal with the issue at that particular moment because, 1). I wasn’t home, and 2). it was Smitty’s birthday. After receiving a few more texts from friends and one very frantic one from my father regarding the disappearance of WhyDid, I had to delve deeper into this mysterious blackhole that had apparently sucked in my blog. That’s when I logged into WordPress only to see the above photograph (screen shot). Nearly four years and 1,120 posts gone. Completely gone. Was this WhyDid outage a sign that I should just quit blogging? Oh stop it, Kirsten. Don’t be so dramatic.

Speaking of dramatic, many were concerned about my well being. As in like I deleted my blog and flung myself out the window. Come on, I live on the third floor of my building. At most I would have chipped a nail and minorly injured myself only adding to my heap of quickly amassing problems. What problems, you ask? Well, in the midst of all of this, I managed to leave my wallet in the back of a cab, the laundry I had so tediously separated into “wash and fold” and “dry cleaning” was all tossed into the same commercial strength machines, and shall we even get into the dating sitch? Yeah, no. So, needless to say, maybe flinging myself out the window might not have seemed so ridiculous afterall. However, I managed to keep some kind of crazy zen like calm throughout one disaster to the next. Not a single tear was shed, though there may have been a few glasses of wine. A friend even commented that she had no idea how I’d been able to attend a one year old’s birthday party and socialize without letting on the slightest hint of stress. My answer? What was I supposed to do? I very recently read a quote that said, “If you can’t control a situation, don’t.” How simple is that?

I still have no idea what exactly happened, but the good news is this: With the help of my dear tech savvy friend and a few painful calls to GoDaddy, WhyDid is back up and running. And boy did I miss you guys. I guess absence does, in fact, make the heart grow fonder.

xx,

WhyDid

P.S. thank you all so much for the sweet messages and for all of your patience. You’re the reason I write.

WhyDid Wisdom: Pick of the Litter

By Kirsten|August 16th, 2012|Why Did You Date Him?, WhyDid Wisdom|

Note: Smitty is not in this photo. He was busy. Being coddled by his new mom/soul mate.

I remember sprawling out in the grass in Central Park with my girlfriends one sunny afternoon. We were killing two birds with one blanket: catching up on the latest gossip and checking out what kind of hunks Manhattan had to offer. Forget the Meatpacking District, Central Park was a pure meat market on that particular Saturday. While scanning Sheep’s Meadow for Big Apple’s buffest, one Adonis-like gentleman caught my girlfriends’ eyes. As they began to “Ooh!” and “Ahh!” I lowered my Oliver Peoples, assessed the situation, and stated very matter of factly, “His nipples are HUGE!” and resumed scanning that month’s issue of Elle. My friends gave me a lot of grief for my observation and it became a bit of an ongoing joke, but here’s what: I’ve always known exactly what I’ve wanted and never seen any reason why I shouldn’t have it. And that includes the circumference of my potential mate’s areola.

Whether it’s been a dress, apartment, hairstyle, or shoes, I knew it the moment I saw it. I have laser sharp focus when it comes to such things and I really can’t be bothered with anything subpar. I’d rather have nothing at all than second choice. Now, I get that I may sound cold and some people may call me critical, but I’m not suggesting we go around judging everyone and everything. That’s not our job. Plus, I doubt I could stand up to my own scrutiny. I’m simply suggesting that in matters of the heart, we should have some standards. If I’m willing to hold out on a pair of shoes, why wouldn’t I do the same for love?

Many times I’ve referenced the sweet, sweet love of my life, Smitty. He’s the best friend and longest relationship I’ve ever had… and he was the pick of the litter. I got first dibs on the four maltipoo pups and I don’t think any of this is a coincidence. I saw him and I knew. Now, granted, he really had no choice in the matter… he was coming home with me whether he liked it or not, but it’s a prime example of seeing what you want and going for it rather than taking the little one in the corner who looks sad because you feel bad for him. Analogously, adopting a cat isn’t that bad of an idea, for the charisma & grace that trails them is unparalleled in the animal kingdom. Hence, if you change your mind, consider getting all the prerequisites you’d want from Cat World.

How exactly does this all relate to love? Well, having grandiose ideas about what you’re looking for in a partner can be off-putting to many. They may think you’re being idealistic or just too picky. A lot of people will try and sell you on the dream of, “Oh it might not come in the packaging you think” or, “You should give him a chance.” AKA, lower your expectations. You know what that’s called? Settling. And guess what? I’ve done that… and look how well that turned out!

So many times I’ve gone out with guys who are “meh” out of sheer boredom or just hoping that they would grow on me and turn into some fabulous Prince Charming once I got to know them. Well, here’s the thing. They grew on me, alright. Like barnacles. Nothing good will come out of dating a guy who you aren’t initially interested in. If I don’t like your face now, I’m certainly not going to like it ten months in once I’ve found out all of your bad habits like leaving your socks on the floor and never folding your towel.

So, I’ve just stopped doing that. I no longer spend time on the “so-so.” I don’t bother wasting my new Alexander Wang on just any ol’ schmoe. I’ll save it for someone worth impressing. I turned down multiple gentlemen callers on more than one night this past week because I’d really just rather sit home and hang out with my dog, a glass of wine, and an interesting book than exert the insincere effort. In the past, I’ve found myself gazing across the table thinking… let’s pretend for a moment that I care…

There is nothing wrong with holding out and being a little bit picky. Perhaps my “near marriage” experience has changed the way I feel about rushing down the aisle just so I’m not “alone.” Alone is a whole heck of a lot better than a bad relationship. So, if the guy is wearing a gold watch at the gym, you don’t need to cut him a break. Move along and wait for your pick of the litter. Here’s to being picky. I will gladly sit here solo with my glass of wine, Smitty, and Anna Karenina until Prince Charming does, in fact, show up.

xx,

WhyDid

Would You Wednesday: Purple Pooch?

By admin|July 11th, 2012|Why Did or Why Don't?|

So, here’s a photo of Alessandra Ambrosio strolling around town with her precious pooch… posing as her personal My Little Pony. Pretty sure the last lunatic I documented doing this was Aubrey O’Day. You want to be in the same boat with Ms. O’Day, Alessandra? No? Me neither. I know I want a unicorn and all, but I’m not about to get a horn surgically implanted on Smitty‘s head. Okay, fine, I might have clipped in some rainbow hair extensions once…

but the alternative would have been me chalking his hair like mine. Since I didn’t want PETA calling, I’m fairly certain the alternative (clip in extensions) was the right move. A few Pupparonis and all was forgiven. He wasn’t left to walk around being the butt of all the bitches’ jokes at the dog park. The same probably can’t be said for Alessandra’s poor pooch. So what do we think, people? Okay to color your pet to suit your mood?

bow wow wow,

WhyDid

Setting the Mood: It Was All a Dream

By Kirsten|June 11th, 2012|Setting the Mood|

bag: WGACA Vintage Chanel Mini Flap Bag, $3,500, sunglasses case: Jonathan Adler Heart Sunglasses Case, $40, shoes: Christian Louboutin Daffodile 160 Crystal Embellished Suede Pumps, $6,395, chandelier: Dainolite Lighting 3-Light Crystal Mini Chandelier, $137, bracelet: Aurelie Bidermann 18 Karat Rose Gold Dipped Lace Cuff, $1,370, mirror: Venetian Gems Celina Mirror, $1,000

Ever have one of those mornings where you wake up with a smile on your face only to have the gut crashing realization that the day before (and your current reality) was a complete and utter disaster? Oh yeah. I’m having one of those. While I certainly don’t know the answer to everything, I do know two things quite intimately: 1. There is such a thing as too many mimosas, and 2. You have no one but yourself to blame for making the same mistakes time and again.

To perk up my less than perfect disposition, I’ve gathered together a few of my favorite things to remind myself, “Hey, life’s not so bad.” Some of those best things are free (it’s true what they say), while others may break the bank (a girl can dream, right?). So, this is a semi-self-centered post, but I suspect you may be smitten with some of my obsessions as well.

And while you may not be able to wake up from this terrible dream, at least you’ll have other things to smile about.

xx,

WhyDid

Red Carpet Recap: I’m Billbored

By admin|May 21st, 2012|Red Carpet Recap|

Apologies for the tardiness of my Billboard Music Awards Red Carpet Recap… my dog, Smitty, was getting his teeth cleaned (see ya later, halitosis) and apparently that’s what the rest of us should have been doing rather than watching anyway. First of all, are we really still letting Chris Brown perform (let alone letting him out of his cage)? Remember when you built your Sunday evening around catching a music awards show? Popcorn and all? They were the “fun” award shows. Well, either I’m getting old or the music industry (and America) need to get it together, STAT. Since, very clearly, it can’t be the former, step it up singers and lady songbirds! Despite the snooze inducing show, the red carpet, as always, did not disappoint… and I don’t necessarily mean that in a good way…