It's
also possible to get up at 9 a.m. and consider it sleeping in, if your
normal hour to awake is 8 a.m.
The
wind just blew up the lid of a Dumpster and through the force of the wind
on the lid, forced it across a parking lot into a wire fence. If it hadn't
been for the fence, the Dumpster would have slammed straight into me and
my dog, Una. I have trouble picturing a scenario where that incident would
not be both startling and amusing. I seriously should have checked today's
weather report.
It's
in our nature to complain, to be dissatisfied. Several NBC television
shows have structured their seasons around the "grass is greener"
concept, or what I would nickname the "Golden Girl Premise."
The
main character, a "nice guy," is in love with a sweet, smart,
unobtainable blonde. Either she's dating someone else, as in "Good
Morning Miami," or has been playing the typical TV cat-and-mouse
romance game, as in "Ed," or is working on the opposite side
of the courtroom, as in "A.U.S.A.," where an assistant U.S.
attorney falls for a defense counselor.
But
then there's always the brunette, who is feisty, sharp-witted, straightforward
and essentially perfect for the clueless "nice guy," who doesn't
realize his good fortune. So he hatches scheme after scheme, chasing after
the "Golden Girl," while his friendship with the brunette inevitably
reaches nebulous romantic territory.
Then,
the cliffhanger, where the "nice guy" has to chose between the
two women.
Now,
being a blonde, I know we possess a mysterious, otherworldly charm, but
come on! It's hard to be sympathetic with these guys when they are too
afraid to pursue what they want, when they settle for what comes along,
and then put two hearts on the line. Life isn't about playing the odds.
Unless you're Donald Trump.
What's
worse, the "Golden Girl" is an idealized figure, whereas the
brunettes are real, with all their flaws. Wouldn't it be better to pair
up with someone who has not only sex appeal but has also proven true friendship?
Not if you're on a sitcom, apparently.
The
viewer is supposed to root for these "nice guys" to get their
"Golden Girls." These "nice guys" aren't players,
you understand; they're not intentionally trying to play both sides. They
just seem to be incapable of walking down the street without beautiful
women falling for their considerable charm and personality.
If
it were this easy for "nice guys" to find someone, all the "nice
guys" I know would have different lives. They'd be sitting around
complaining about whether they should choose the blonde or the brunette,
rather than complaining they'd set their VCR wrong and missed the last
10 minutes of "Law and Order."
So
what's a "Golden Girl" to do? Are we blondes supposed to ratchet
down our appeal so we don't blind those foolish "nice guys"
into years of pathetic courting attempts? Unfortunately, it doesn't exactly
work that way for women, either. I have a lot of attractive, blonde female
friends who, for once reason or another, are single. Or maybe their "nice
guys" opted for the brunette. I don't know.
What
I do know is that if this weather doesn't warm up soon, my dog and I are
moving to someplace warmer, like inside a firepit. Ahhh!
|