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~ Poor Girl’s musing of the Week #10 ~

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I keep hearing about the new movie coming out,  How Do You Know; no, it’s not Whitney Houston’s triumphant return to the silver screen. How I wish it was. And yet every time I hear about the movie I can’t help but start singing the similarly-titled-but-not-quite-of-the-same-name song. It’s pretty much playing on a loop in my head as we speak. But follow my thought process; it got me thinking of the fabulous ’80s and how the toys I grew up playing with were overwhelmingly better than anything kids play with today. Simple, timeless, amazing. Lite Brite, anyone? All I’m saying is where is today’s Teddy Ruxpin?

Today 3-year olds play with Blackberries..ugh where’s the fun in that? Plus, a Blackberry is one expensive My Little Pony. How are you supposed to entertain your child these days without money? It was way easier to be a Poor Mom in the 1980s, you could just throw your kid a stick and let them go to town. How do you feel about your 3-year old attempting to program the next Farmville instead of playing with Legos?

…To Halloween

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How offensive is too offensive when you’re a Poor Girl? Costumes are expensive and I had a rather important Cowboys and Indians party to attend (sure just the theme is offensive alone but it’s West Hollywood, it’s fine). With a whole $17 in my bank account cowboys and Indians was going to happen on the cheap. So with a childhood Chicago Blackhawks jersey and a left over curtain tie I set out. It was either that, or a Bindi. I was PocaSacaHull, at least that was what People Magazine was calling me. I mean if you at least know it is offensive and wear it as such, it’s totally fine, right? Where would  hipsters be without irony? Well they’d really just be homeless people. And, I ask you, where would Republicans be without irony? Just elitist, ignorant, hate-mongers — oh wait, no that’s just true. Anyway, you get my point; wear what you gotta wear to make it happen. Just wear it like you mean it, or in this case like you mean it soo much that you don’t mean it.

…To Dickensian Economics

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As I sit here and write from my Los Angeles hovel which possesses no heat (temperatures max out at balmy 55 degrees inside, like a scene right out of a Dickens novel I tell ya!), I pose a question to all you Econ majors out there: You’ve heard of Keynesian Economics, right? -  great, well this isn’t it.  I’m talking Dickensian Economics. The poor helping the poor; because let’s face it poverty, like stupidity, has all sorts of degrees. And this Poor Girl right here is teaming with PANTRYRAID.ORG to help cure forced anorexia around LA. Lindsay Lohan needs your help. No but for serious, drop your drawers and open your doors and…donate a can of food people.

You can find donation boxes at Royal / T in Culver City and Toppings Yogurt in Beverly Hills. All donations go to the LA Food Bank.

XOXO

…To “The Social Network”

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I caught an early screening of The Social Network last week, and while a movie about mostly already wealthy people, making and then fighting over even more money may make you want to vom, it did have its enjoyable bits. And then of course some not so enjoyable bits. It was fun to get the back-story on a website which changed our vernacular, the way we think and communicate in only just a few short years.

Genius Visionary Douchebag

I love me some Aaron Sorkin, and frankly his writing was the biggest draw for me on this movie; but I think his style translates best to fare with more humor, heart,and light (The American President, Sports Night, The West Wing). In a film about angry, nerdy, rich kids dueling it out for social – and Eating Club – supremacy, his style just translated as exhausting. A million words per minute, 20-somethings with clenched teeth, and cutting from 3 periods in time to weave a story was just tiring. It’s a lot. And really, who would have ever thought it possible to loathe Jesse Eisenberg? I guess it’s really a testament to his acting. During the movie I found myeself wanting to punch him. If Mark Zuckerberg is anything near this portrayal, I want to find him and tell him to stop being such a self-important douchebag…and then kick him in the crotch.

I  feel like we’ll laugh at The Social Network in about 10 years. Though Sorkin tried to make the movie more about lasting, common themes like friendship, betrayl, trust, blah blah blah, we’re basically going to be like, “pish posh…facebook….” I mean imagine what you would think of a movie made about MySapce 3 years ago. But yeah, I’d say go see it, just make someone else pay for it.