Last week, my Sunday list consisted of things that I don’t like but wish I did (see here). As I was coming up with this week’s list, I found it more difficult to admit to the things I like with my head hanging low. It is much easier to show disdain for the popular things in life because that is what makes people unique and stand out from the crowd. To admit an affinity towards things that are unpopular to like, often makes people look… well, a little odd. Unique and odd can mean the same thing, but we all know, they hold very different connotations. Some people might proudly love the things I reluctantly like, and some people might scoff at them. Either reaction is welcome, as I hope you are encouraged to be more YOU.
1. The Real Housewives of Whatever. They are all disasters and disasters = pure entertainment. Teresa Giudice is perpetually in denial, narcissistic, and unapologetic, but somehow she is still the central topic of her family and friends’ conversations at all times. Ramona Singer is my favorite from the New York series. Her buggy eyes are another character on the show. She is absolutely nuts, and I love that. I also secretly want to be Carole Radziwill in my next life. Alright, that’s enough of that.
2. Infomercials. The common consensus is that commercials are boring and/or annoying. They interrupt. They contribute to a misrepresentation of what we need and don’t need in our lives. And who friggin’ told make-up companies that women believe fake-eyelashes look exactly like mascara application. Stop that already! We all know they are falsies! Sorry, just had to get that out of my system. I love infomercials. Shake-weights. Snuggies. Pajama jeans. Sensa (Just sprinkle it on, and you’ll lose weight!). Life alert (I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up!). So bad, they’re good.
3. The color pink. When I was little, I resisted acting just like every other little girl, so when my teacher asked me what my favorite color was in an oral classroom survey demonstrating the use of graphs, I proudly shouted, “SEA FOAM GREEN!” I think I had to say it a couple of times before my teacher could process what I was saying; pink was off the charts. I must have seen “sea foam green” printed on a Crayola, but the color was legit in my eyes. Soon after, “sea foam green” adorned my side of the bedroom, and my sister’s side filled up with pink. I loathed pink. How ordinary. Still, today, when I’m flipping channels and I see the woman on “Extreme Makeover: Home Edition,” I cringe at the sight of bubblegum pink covering her from head to toe. Her tools are pink, her hard-hat is pink. In my eyes, she is screaming, “Hi, I’m a high maintenance girl, and I must cater to the stereotype that girls like pink and boys like blue!!” Long story short, I like pink… I like pink. There, I said it. But I still have a pink complex. If I buy something that is pink, chances are it has a shelf-life of a couple of months before I grow shameful and toss it in a trash sack to give away to goodwill. I need to get over this.
4. Organizing. I will gladly organize your files for hours. Repetitive, dull acts are often therapeutic for me. Let me purge things you don’t need, and I’m even happier to oblige.
5. Symmetry. I desperately want to achieve free spiritedness. But when I see imbalance in a room, whether it be on a large-scale (one side of a room is more furniture heavy than the other), or on a small-scale (fridge magnets placed randomly), it stresses me out a little. Experts say what makes a person attractive is their facial symmetry, but I’m not so sure this is always the popular consensus. Ever notice how one of Brad Pitt’s nostrils is larger than the other? This bugs me.
6. Romantic Comedies. I’m so sorry, but if this makes me such a woman, then so be it. I adore the offbeat, atypical, indie romantic comedy, but I don’t stop there. I’ll even watch a super Hollywoodized chick-flick because chances are, it’s so bad that it’s good. Clichés are not terrible, until you decide not to laugh at them.
7. Kanye West. He is an a-hole. And I love him. I am an indie-whore (forgive me) and the blues make me puddle into a giddy and frisky mess (forgive me). But hip-hop and rap grew on me through my years of dance training and having to listen to whatever played in the boom-box. I just said boom-box. Anyway, there is nothing like a morning jog around the lake with Kanye pumping in my ear bugs. His pompous comparison of himself to God and God to a King makes me feel a bit like a Queen… excuse me, Goddess. Plus, not a fan of Taylor Swift. Alright. I know. Unnecessary.
8. Not knowing the words to songs. I can be a total see you next Tuesday when a song comes on because I LOVE to sing along. I will just have my version of it. This all started when I was only a single-digit and the song, “We Built This City” by Jefferson Starship came on the car radio. I insisted to my twin sister that they were singing “We built this city on rockin’ dough!” My sister insisted I was getting it all wrong, but for some reason I found it extremely enthralling to irritate her by refusing to believe it was anything but.
9. Gold jewelry. Some people might associate gold jewelry with tramps and pimps. I associate it with awesomeness. Gold is always fashion forward if done right. Men who wear gold chains in any form or fashion are revolting. But women? Work it. Does this make me sexist? Whoops. I sure hope not. None-the-less, tuck your Tiffany necklace back in its turquoise box, and your James Avery back behind the glass, cause I don’t want it.
10. Cookies. Yes, Dr. Oz, I know. Sugar is a poison. Put them in my mouth.
What are your likes-but-don’t-want-to-likes?