friday love list: oh, the shame!

(This week’s Love List theme was suggested by my lovely roommate, Catherine, who has absolutely no shameful loves whatsoever. NOT.)

Hello!

It’s Friday!

It’s not raining!

That’s a lot to be thankful for, right there.

That’s why this week’s love list will be SO FULL OF LOVE THAT YOU JUST CAN’T HELP BUT LOVE IN RESPONSE.

But it won’t be a normal love list… no. In fact, it might make you feel a little… awkward.

This week’s love list will be based on the themes explored here and here. Need to get inspired? The comments on those posts are MAGIC.

That’s right… it’s time to haul the skeletons out of your closet and discover your innate capacity to embarrass yourself in public spheres.

Oh, wait… is that just me?

Sigh.

Without further ado, here’s an Insta-Rorshach of my personal shame spiral (And as always, feel free to do your own in comments, or post one at your blog… and no being mean about anyone else’s shame! Only good-natured ribbing will be accepted!):

SHAMEFUL THINGS I LOVE:

McDonald’s french fries (and milkshakes, and… oh, screw it… chicken mcnuggets and cheeseburgers and the McDonaldland cookies that are soooo good if you dip them in the triple-thick chocolate milkshake… ooooh)

CNN coverage of many, many embarrassing things

Watching the Weather Network Highway Conditions obsessively, waiting to see the red “Closed” locations

Long drink orders at Starbucks

Most fashion magazines I can get my hands on (InStyle, Vogue, Elle, Allure, Marie Claire, W… sigh)

Assorted other trashy hits by: Christina Aguilera, Color Me Badd (ack!), Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock, Kenny Loggins, Def Leppard, Kylie Minogue, ABBA, Jackson 5 and KISS… and so many more

Dancing around my house like Tom Cruise in Risky Business

Online IQ/Meyers-Briggs/etc. tests that really don’t tell you anything useful

The Real Housewives of Orange County
(my father will be horrified)

Velour hoodies

Cherry Kool-Aid

True crime shows like 48 Hours Mystery and American Justice

Reruns of So You Think You Can Dance (never current… and only in the afternoons, in my pajamas)

Certain songs by the following boy bands and boy band breakout stars (ironic term alert!): Backstreet Boys (6 songs), N’Sync (10 songs), Jordan Knight (1 song), Justin Timberlake (2 albums!)

Those blue/red/white rocket popsicles

Emerald green eyeshadow

Smelling like a fabric softener sheet

Smelling like a cookie

Wearing yoga pants out of the house

Smelling like a mango

Kraft Dinner

Giggly texting fun

Sparkly lotion on the shoulders

Giant sunglasses

Chef Boyardee Mini Ravioli

Donettes (no, I’m not misspelling donuts… check it out)

$7 Old Navy tank tops in EVERY COLOUR IMAGINABLE! (I pretty much end up wearing one daily)

Hawaiian Tropic ANYTHING (except the bikini contest… echhh)

Too Faced Extreme Lip Injection (yes, I set my lips on fire daily)

Tater Tots

Slurpees

Wendy’s Frosty drinks

Chewing bubble gum and making GIANT bubbles

The following actors… and not because of the movies they make or EVEN SAYING A WORD: Ryan Reynolds, Jonathan Bennett, Gabriel Macht, Ryan Gosling… just to name a few.

And… uh… you?

you won’t see me coming when i SMACK YOU.

Seriously, Vancouver.

I KNOW you’re not all from here.

You’re also not all from warmer places if you’re not from here.

I see you, Saskatchewanites. I see you, Ontarioans. I see you, PEOPLE OF THE YUKON!

So what the hell is WRONG with all of you?

I know it doesn’t snow around here very often, so yes, yes… most people think the SKY IS FALLING! and that everything should be canceled and that someone should install a t-bar to your local Starbucks.

But there’s just one little practical thing that you’re JUST NOT DOING when it snows.

I’m talking to you specifically, drivers.

I’m proud of you for having the courage to drive on slushy, icy roads, but I don’t really know how you plan to navigate your vehicle if you CAN’T FREAKING WELL SEE ANYTHING AT ALL NOT ONE THING.

That’s right.

CLEAN OFF YOUR WINDOWS.

I saw so many cars this morning that had EVERY window covered in snow, save for the double-arc tracks of windshield wipers.

EVERY WINDOW. AND YOUR MIRRORS.

Yet you were driving along merrily like you weren’t a ONE TON ROCKET OF ICY DEATH.

Would you go for a walk with a pillowcase on your head? Would you?

Would you walk into traffic with your noggin completely covered in 650 thread-count blindness?

And then if someone asked you BEFORE YOU STEPPED INTO TRAFFIC if that wasn’t a LITTLE DANGEROUS, would you say…

“Oh, it’ll blow off as I go.”

Right, right. Of course.

AFTER YOU KILL A BUNCH OF NUNS AND SCHOOLCHILDREN AND OLD PEOPLE AND BARISTAS, THAT IS, YOU MORON.

I’m just saying.

whee number three!

I came third in both the Best Personal Blog category AND the Best Blog Post category at this year’s Canadian Blog Awards.

This means two things:

1. I am the third most personal person in Canada. Also? I post.

2. I now have TWO cartoon beavers on my blog. God bless Canada.

Thank you to everyone who voted for me. I love it!

Although the beaver thing is a little weird.

Congratulations to the winners, and may we all be more personal and posty next year!