The Writer's Block was about my favorite remedies/ things to do while I am sick.

I haven't been sick enough recently for it to affect my performance on anything. I am perfectly ok working through anything I might consider "sick." However, the last time I was sick enough not to do that, I was really very sick. I think. It was back in high school. It could have been I knew class wouldn't have meant that much if I went, so I didn't mind missing it. Not so in college. But ANYWAY.

I always get out either Jane Eyre or Pride and Prejudice, or one of my many, many Agatha Christies. I curl up in a ball on the couch with pillows and blankets, with my tissues and a glass of water within arm's reach. It always helps to have someone to ask favors of at this point, as follows:
Mom, would you mind getting another box of tissues?
Mom, would you mind getting another blanket?
Mom, would you mind making me some soup?
Mom, would you mind cutting my nose off next time winter starts?

Things that DO NOT HELP:

Having a boyfriend who's not willing to help, but wants to be cuddly anyway.
STAY AWAY FROM ME UNLESS YOU'D LIKE TO CATCH THE PLAGUE. Kiss me and DIE, bitch.


Being out of meds but too effed up to go out and get some.
Well, I could drive to Walgreen's real quick to get some Advil, but I might crash the car if I hack up another lung while I'm driving there...


Having a ton of homework to do while you're sick.
Hey Sara, help me out... what's the derivative of x? I feel like I should know this, but the page is all fuzzy.


Not being able to sleep while you're sick.
I counted 18000 little swirly things on the ceiling of our bathroom last night. I lost count three times, as I threw up.


Having a worrywart around.
No, I do not need to go to the hospital, it's just a head cold. No, I do not need anything. My pillow is fine. I don't want any ginger ale. Thank you for the cough drops, but I'm sneezing. Yes, I've already gargled with salt water. No, I am not going to swallow that frog . (That last was courtesy of The Wicker Man, which I watched last night. Excellent movie.)

So, basically, don't get sick.  K?  That is the solution.

There is more to love than diamonds and desperate attempts to settle down with someone before "it's too late." 

Never mind that I object to reality love shows in the first place.  This one in particular is just sad. 

I, out of extreme boredom, watched More to Love the other day.  It is a new show on Fox about a bigger type guy who is given a show and 20 girls to choose from.  And is told to find his true love.  Yeah.  And these girls are all bigger women.   Great.  So far, no real problems with the show, besides the fact that it's a reality TV show about love.



Here's the catch, folks.  The entire first episode was meeting the girls.  Fine.  They all, all of them, said how hard it was for them to date/find someone to love based on their size.  Once again, that is alright.  I expected that one, and definitely could have called it.  Here's the kicker.  These women, some of them, felt like this was their LAST CHANCE AT LOVE.  Their last chance.  This reality television show. 

WHAT?!

As a slightly bigger girl myself, I cannot imagine this perspective from women.  How in the world are men supposed to find these girls attractive when they themselves don't feel attractive?  When they've got little self-esteem?  When they don't consider themselves to be date-worthy?  When their LAST CHANCE AT LOVE comes from a reality show?

I don't understand.  As far as I know, men find women attractive based on a few things (And yes, one of those things is how you look.  It gets your foot in the door.).  But I have been found just as attractive at my size as my friends who are a bit lighter than I am.  You wanna know why?  It's how I carry myself.  It is my belief that I am attractive, even if I'm not a size 0.  It's my charm and wit and intelligence.  I have been doing just fine where dating is concerned. 

This reality show is based on all this insecurity.  It's supposed to help the audience "connect" with these "real women" because they're insecure, and Fox thinks you are too.  And it's a sad truth that many women *are* insecure, even if not to such extremes.  I don't think that this show is a good thing to do by any means.  It's not showing women that they are strong, capable, powerful, beautiful.  It's showing insecure women that one guy, one overweight guy on a reality show, can act like he likes them.  That this LAST CHANCE AT LOVE is their LAST CHANCE OMGZORZ!!!11!  That they aren't desirable enough to go out into the world and find love on their own, without the aid of a diamond promise ring paid for by a TV network. 

I can't stand this show.  But Fox did the right thing, this show hits all the hot buttons.  People will watch because they a) like to congratulate themselves on not being these women b) appreciate the idea of putting bigger women on television c) like reality love shows, and this one is different, or d) because of all of the controversy and drama.  Smooth move, Fox.  You'll make some money with this one, I should think.  That doesn't mean that I think it's healthy, and it certainly doesn't do much good for women everywhere.  But congratulations, Fox.  You've got yet another useless reality TV show.