Gillian Anderson aside, we all have imperfections that define us as much as our positive points. The biggest part of growing up is not only recognizing those flaws, but making an effort to fix them. It’s not an achievable goal, mind you (how many old, bitter assholes do you know?), but it’s the effort that counts. It’s what sets us apart from apes and Donald Trump — the ability to recognize where personal change is necessary and then setting that change into motion.
But even for the strongest-willed person, there are some personality traits that seem damn near impossible to shed. Read all five flaws on Cracked…
I needed no additional proof that Jennifer Lawrence is the least affected, “actress-y” actress in Hollywood. But now that I’ve read her best friend Laura Simpson’s firsthand account on MySpace (which is publishing articles now, apparently?) about being Jen’s date to the Oscars on Sunday night, it’s set in stone. Jen and Laura met seven years ago at an event and have been close ever since. If you don’t know what Laura looks like (that’s a picture of her and Jen above!), you definitely saw the back of her head when Jennifer Lawrence tripped on the red carpet and plunged downward. Jen grabbed Laura from behind to try and stop her from falling:
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“It’s kind of surprising to say, but in a way ["Sex and the City"] was a more innocent time. … I think so much reality television – and the women that dominate culture today – are pretty unfriendly towards one another. They use language that’s really objectionable and cruel and not supportive. I like to remember that Carrie and the other women in “Sex and the City” were really nice to each other. … It’s the random cruelty I really don’t understand. It’s not good for us. I don’t know, you know, how we go back in time to a better place.”
Sarah Jessica Parker confessed to British Harper’s Bazaar that media depictions of female friendship have evolved for the worse, and she kind of has a point. “Sex and the City” was never about petty lady-to-lady competition. Who knows, if the girls had lived and brunched in the time of “Real Housewives” and Twitter, their world may have been very different. She also had thoughts on why Carrie Bradshaw was so relatable (even though she was also so annoying): Keep reading »
Within our group of friends, my husband and I were the first to get pregnant and have a kid. More than seven years later, I can now look back and see how much my friendships, particularly with my child-free friends, changed. I may not have realized it at the time, but in retrospect we experienced a few growing pains, so to speak.
When there’s any big life change — whether it’s marriage, a big move, or switch in jobs — friendships can be impacted. But there’s something about having kids that adds a little extra something to the equation. Sometimes it can be good, other times not so much. But what I’ve found to be true — both for myself and from talking to friends — is that most friendships post-baby tend to follow the same sort of pattern: Keep reading »
Meeting new people sucks. Well, at least it does for people like us — people who would rather eat a bar of soap than endure the awkward juggling of social rules and misreading of body language that comes with human contact. Confident, practiced people will tell you it’s as easy as walking up to a stranger and saying hello, but it’s not that simple for us.
Unfortunately, we’re programmed to be social creatures, and biology will eventually nag us until we break and fill the void with whatever poor bastard we trick into being our emotional caulk. The problem is: How? How the hell do you find them, let alone know what to say when you do? Well, there are a few basic things “normal” people know that we don’t. Read all five of them on Cracked…
A few years ago, I complained to a girl friend about how my then-boyfriend was getting on my nerves. I told her how we would be hanging out in his apartment on the weekend and I would ask for some “alone time” to read or go online. He would say okay, but couldn’t go for more than a few minutes before he would start chattering away to me as I sat on his couch with a book. I would ask him to please let me have some time alone; he would get angry that I, as he put it, “didn’t want him to talk” in his own home. I felt so frustrated that he wasn’t respecting, or perhaps fundamentally understanding, what “alone time” meant and why it was important to me.
“You are an introvert,” my friend told me. “You relax and recharge your batteries being by yourself and withdrawing inside your own head. It sounds like he’s an extrovert. That means relaxing and recharging means being with other people.”
Oh, I thought. No one had ever explained my personality to me quite like that before. I used to believe I had strange, inexplicable over-stimulation issues; I also used to think I was a “loner.” Deep down, though, I knew that word wasn’t correctly descriptive, because I have many friends and a close family. Fortunately my friend’s metaphor about recharging batteries made perfect sense. It’s not that I hate people or don’t have any friends; I just need to have quiet in my head to, well, recharge. Keep reading »