Is it just me?

Seems we’re all just lying to each other. When we ask a friend what they think, do we really want to know?

One of my guy friends is thinking about changing jobs. There would be no reason on earth to turn it down if offered. He knows that. But asked me, and admitted to asking all his friends, if he should make the move. After telling him he’s being a girl, I realized he just wanted confirmation that he’s doing the right thing.

Certain friends are sure to be more delicate with our feelings, or lie. To be in agreement with what we’re doing. So we go to them and ask what they think. Knowing our mind’s already made up to leave that guy or that job. We just need verification. Or confirmation that our instincts were good. We’re such pussies.

I say today is National No Asking Anyone What They Think About Anything Day. And the next time a friend asks for your opinion, be honest. I dare you.

I’m not proud, but I can’t be the only one. When another woman is the proud owner of a big ol’ diamond engagement ring I think, WOW that girl is really loved. If it’s a budget-sized normal ring, it’s just not as exciting. There was a girl I used to work with, and the teeny tiny size of her diamond chip was sad news. I never even saw it, just heard how subtle it was. I felt bad for her and that high school promise ring posing as something more.

Oh sure it’s about love, not the diamond. But it’s the big sparkly stones that get our attention. So maybe it’s a very shallow scorecard of how we did or didn’t do in the love department.

Lucky girl, he loves her 3 emerald-cut carats worth!

What is it about a big ring? Like a fancy new car or a 500$ purse, it says to everyone Hey I’m special. Or at least my credit card is.

That bullshit telling us how many months salary a guy is supposed to spend, heard it was invented by the diamond companies to sell more shiny. Would you rather have a down payment for a home or an impressive piece of jewelry? Don’t answer that.

Especially in LA, where image seems to matter most. It’s not an easy city to be down to earth in. Driving my 10-year old car cause it gets great mileage, I’m often alone in my practicality, but mostly I just don’t care. And I’d go broke trying to keep up.

So you’d think I wouldn’t give a shit about some showy thing that proves something or other to some people. But I do. And I don’t.

Size shouldn’t matter. But it always does.

Men in shorts at the office, just say NO!!! This is LA and it’s advertising, but come on. Too many of the guys around here forget their pants when they leave the house in the morning. Shorts and tennis shoes with socks only look cute if you’re under 12. Put some big boy clothes on. Please. I can’t take you seriously and the women are making fun of you. In the words of Jerry Seinfeld to George about wearing sweats outside the house “It tells the world that you’ve just given up.”