Malingering’s World

The fun thing about Halloween in LA is not all of the fun costumes or wild festivities but the challenge of figuring out who is in costume and who isn’t.

I want to start a jean ripping business. I think it would be a good outlet for any sort of destructive tendencies I may have. Since on average the jeans with holes cost twice the jeans without holes, I figure $7/rip is a reasonable price.

What is up with grown-up people carrying backpacks that look like the stuffed animal of a 4 year old? If this is some sort of sophisticated recycling program then kudos to the environmentalists but instead I see it as a strange regression to less responsible and more carefree days, which is nice and all, except hello you have a child and you’re supposed to be raising that child and that child needs a parent figure to idealize and mirror in order to have a stable image of herself. So stop acting like a 5 year old, it’s not doing any of us any good.

Apparently yesterday there were open call auditions for Janice Dickinson’s model show on Oprahs’ TV network. Now I don’t know Janice Dickinson’s life story, and I didn’t read her book but what I do know is that she has had a bazillion plastic surgeries and she brags about all of her sexual conquests and all of the men and women in Hollywood she’s banged, and then for every person she hasn’t slept with, she goes on and on about how they are lusting after her. She has created a disgustingly narcissistic superficial persona for herself and completely eats it up. Okay, fine, that’s her choice, sometimes with narcissists you have to stop fighting the battle and let them live within their egosyntonic delusions because that’s where they do best. What I am utterly perplexed by is that fact that thousands (yes, thousands) of people lined up and waited for 8 hours or more to try to be on a TV show which in essence, is attempting to create more of these monsters. Part of the reason I can get through the day without wanting to kill someone is by telling myself “narcissists are evil, but everyone sees through them, no one falls for their disgusting little game.” Well now I’m proven wrong, and I feel I should go into a period of mourning for my own delusion has just been destroyed.

A Flickr user pointed out this article to me, which reminded me of this photo I took last year. These weren’t the most scandalous of costumes, but they were the only ones I felt okay about taking photos of. Some of the other costumes (for 8 year olds) made me feel like I was dirty just for looking at them. I don’t understand the rush to grow up (or be princesses for that matter). When I was a kid I dressed up as things like a turtle or a hamburger or a bag of M&Ms. Not a hooker. But I never was very cool.

it was soooo cold. we had to put on shoes and our wooly hats. the temperature dropped to like 63 degrees.