Everyone Loves a Boston Girl

My favorite part of Glamour magazine is the “Hey, it’s OK” section. These tidbits basically tell women it’s OK to have certain feelings or do certain things. Yeahhh, I’m sure you’re thinking Lame with a capital L. It probably is, but it’s actually quite comforting to me. Not that I need someone to tell me the going-ons in my life are OK, but I get a chuckle to read some of them and think “that is sooo me.” Some of my favorite Hey, it’s OK’s include:

…to secretly wish someone else would clean up all your messes.

….if knowing you were too good for him in the first place doesn’t make getting dumped any easier.

…to be a little paranoid that somehow he’ll know how many times you listened to the voice mail he left you.

…if your pet has three or more nicknames. And maybe even his own song.

…to get seriously annoyed when someone tells you to smile.

…to have at least one phobia you have zero interest in conquering.

…to have a flash of self pity if no one says “God bless you” when you sneeze.

…to wish the results were more exciting when you Google yourself.

…to want your mom when the going gets tough.

…not to know exactly why you’re crying.


And some of my own….

Hey, It’s OK:

…to NOT date a guy if he won’t eat sushi.

…to have to watch American Idol every week even if you aren’t that into it anymore.

…to be secretly in love with Dr. Phil.

…to feel like you really know someone because you see their profiles on facebook and myspace all the time.

…to love Dunkin‘ Donuts and Starbucks coffee equally, depending on your mood.

Did I hear free coffee? I don’t know, but I think I read it…here: http://www.boston.com/business/ticker/2007/05/chain_to_offer.html

Despite my dislike for iced coffee, if it is above 81 degrees and I can’t bear to walk around with iced coffee, then I will definitely be taking advantage of this deal. Is JP Licks coffee even any good? And more importantly, can one just walk into the store, ask for free coffee and leave? Because I always get that guilty feeling of “gee, they’re giving me something for free, I should probably buy something.” Though I certainly plan on spending a significant amount of money at JP Licks this summer. Thank God, I live just a short walk away from one. And they’re open until midnight; which is realllly good and realllly bad all at once.

Too bad the deal starts Thursday and not tomorrow, when the weather is supposed to be just about 81 degrees. Starting Thursday, I think we’re supposed to go through a bit of a cool-down. Obviously.

You know that fire station right on Boylston St. next to all the bars? If you’ve ever gone by on a Friday or Saturday night (or any night during the week, actually), you probably notice the firemen all sit by the entrance and just stare at everyone walking by. Not a bad job if the night is fire free. However, it can sometimes get extremely creepy to feel the firemen looking you up and down every time you walk by.

Last night my friend and I walked by at about 11 p.m. and the place was overrun with drunk girls. Some were climbing on the fire trucks and one was even trying to put on a fireman’s uniform, boots and all. They were dressed in next to nothing to say the least, and you could tell the firemen were loving it. But I found it kind of disturbing. What if there was a fire? They’d basically have to throw the girls off the trucks, get them out of the uniforms, etc. before they could leave the station. And you could tell the girls were drunkk and would probably try to come along to fight the fire.

I’m all for having fun at work, but this just seemed ridiculous. I feel like firemen should be A LOT more responsible than to let drunk girls into the station and touching all the equipment. No doubt firemen fight to work at this station since it is clearly in the most exciting area; but it’s one thing to stare at girls walking by, another to let them in the station. Well, as long as there were no fires, I guess. Oh Boston, always something exciting going on.

That said, I do really respect firemen and give them a lot of credit for the amazing jobs they do.

I will never understand how magazine publishers seem to find me wherever I may go. Sure, I am BIG on magazine reading; I always have been. Starting with Ranger Rick and World, I read everything I could get my hands on. But for some reason, I get seem to get every magazine known to man whether I want it or not, and the occasional bill telling me I need to pay up.

They’ve always come aplenty to my hometown address. Every time I go home to visit the parents, I have stacks and stacks of mail up in my bedroom waiting for me. They claim I get more mail than they do. But I’ve been living in my apartment for almost 2 years, and the madness is starting to begin here as well.

I do subscribe to plenty of magazines: Glamour, Boston, Gourmet, Lucky, Writer’s Digest, etc. But could someone please tell me why I had a copy of Cosmo Girl in my mailbox the other day addressed to me? Or why I all of the sudden get Red Book? Playstation Magazine?? What.

Maybe I’m on some strange list of psycho magazine readers, but I wonder who put me on it. Could it be some conspiracy my grad school is involved in? They probably have some deal going with magazine publishers that they will give out the names of all their publishing students enrolled in magazine classes. All I know is that it’s always an adventure going to my mailbox. Now excuse me while I go read Cosmo Girl.