…and so…I have finally succumbed to Asare’s requests for me to blog for Urban Elite. Having initially perused the website a few weeks ago, my initial concern was that I couldn’t for the life of me think of anything that I could write about that would be of interest to the sophisticated and clued up cast of Urban Elite’s monthly gatherings and their growing fanbase. ‘Anything you want’ was Asare’s response ‘Gossip, celebrities, music, stuff you like, relationships, sex…I don’t know…like a diary’. This sounds easy enough, apart from:-
- I am a cynical little bitch...this might become more evident if I start writing my thoughts down
- I have a chronic problem with lying - i.e. I can't help but tell the truth in absolutely any situation - I will have to get used to making embarassing admissions
- What if you don't like me? I have a fragile sort of ego
- and...surely this will ruin my life?
I recently watched all 6 seasons of Sex and the City in their entirety on ‘Comedy Central’ (extremely embarrassing admission number one – mortifying actually if you’ve ever met me...). For those of you who are unfamiliar with the series (AKA those of you with your pants on fire) each episode vaguely revolves around the theme of Carrie Bradshaw’s weekly newspaper column ‘Sex and the City’. Each week, after a preamble of schmancy lunches in impossible heels, Carrie sits in front of her laptop and poses a whimsical question that will form the basis of her column for that week. Carrie’s musings range from ‘How many of us out there are having great sex with people we're ashamed to introduce to our friends?’ to ‘Can you change a man?’. My musings, in the meantime, are something along the lines of ‘what the fuck is she wearing?’ or ‘why does she always look drunk when she walks and why do people find this charming?’ and ‘how does Carrie get away with writing about her relationships in the newspaper, without her boyfriends ever seeming to read about themselves or getting pissed off?’ and ‘If people in New York do actually read her column – how does Carrie ever get laid?’…I mean…if I was to use this blog as an outlet to vent my frustrations about the London ‘dating scene’, would I ever actually get another date? Already contending with my massive gob and diminutive chest, potential suitors would also have to consider the fact that, if they did find themselves in the sack with me, I might later spill all about their floppy friend or their penchant for golden showers. I reckon this might be something of a turn-off and I’m not sure it’s a social experiment that I want to get involved with..
I suppose that I could go all Gossip Girl on your asses and just blog anonymously. I fear, however, that this is something that only works in the realms of TV fantasy, where people are too beautifully stupid to put 2 and 2 together and work out who the mole is in their midst. That and the fact that I not only cannot lie, but I cannot keep secrets, particularly juicy ones about myself (please refer to my earlier point ‘2’). In asking me to write this blog, I’m not sure that Asare realises that he could be shooting himself in the foot and spoiling our very beautiful relationship. Asare and I discovered early on that we share a mutual love of gossip and an inability to keep even our own secrets. We found the solution to our verbal promiscuity in each other. When we have a burning bit of news that we just can’t keep schtum about….we tell each other….and no one else. But with his blog-offer….Asare seems to be suggesting that I share…watch this space…
Stuff I liked this week
Bitchy Barack: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/32859148/ns/politics-white_house/
For inspirational tattoos / recipe ideas: http://bacontoday.com/
Profound and soul-searching philosophical ponderings: http://carries-questions.blogspot.com/
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