On Valentine’s Day, show some self-love

self love

I’m going to make a political statement here: I like Valentine’s Day.

Big surprise—I have a built-in date with my boyfriend, with whom I also happen to be celebrating my five-year anniversary today. (Our first date was the week before V-Day, so we conveniently made it an official, easy-to-remember anniversary date.)

But honestly, even when I was single, I always enjoyed Valentine’s Day. It’s an excuse to wear bright red lipstick, eat cupcakes and tell someone you like—either romantically or not—that you think they’re pretty cool.

And whether you’re single, taken, or too busy dominating the world for labels, Valentine’s Day is also the perfect excuse to show a little self-love. That goes for all of you who would rather skip over this holiday entirely, too.

How can you show some self-love today?

Get some exercise. Today, I plan on either going for a nice hilly run or trying out the yoga studio up the street. (I bought a Groupon for 16 yoga classes for $55!) Get a little sweat going, and you’ll feel happy for the rest of the day.

Try something new. Take the scenic route home. Check out the coffee place that just opened down the street. Cook a new recipe you’ve been meaning to try. Spark your adventurous side.

Give yourself permission to veg. Hey, it’s Friday. It’s been a long week, amiright? Put on the sweatpants. Eat the Valentine’s Day candy. Binge-watch your favorite show on Netflix. Even if you have a dinner date planned, I recommend following it with this.

Treat yourself. To a book. A fresh basil plant. A new shade of nail polish. A bottle of wine (or two).

Stay off Facebook. Or don’t. But if you do log on, “like” a few mushy statuses like the generous person you are. Otherwise, no complaints when you come across those “best boyfriend everrrrr, no wait, I mean FIANCE! WE’RE ENGAGED!!! LOVE YOU POOKIE” statuses. Either stay offline completely or be happy for someone else’s (slightly obnoxious) love.

I’m taking a poll: Do you love or hate Valentine’s Day? What do you have planned? Finally—how are you gonna show some self-love today?

 

Interweb Finds: Pups to make you smile, advice from Hunter S. Thompson & more

Point Mugu beach camping

Oh, how quickly the weekends fly by. Isn’t that always the way? Still, I’ve had a pretty good one so far. I commiserated with lady classmates at happy hour, basked in the warm temperatures (it’s November?), and made some progress on a big story due for my broadcast class this week. The photo above is from beach camping last weekend. Yes, I slept right where that photo was taken! And I woke up to seals frolicking in the ocean. It’s a good life.

Here are a few of my favorite web finds:

A scientific explanation of why we often don’t like pictures of ourselves. (I can finally stop obsessing over how weird I look when my hair is parted to the opposite side in pictures—it’s normal!)

Weiner dog GIFs to get you through your day.

Bonus puppy find! Dogs saying “I love you.”

Would you like to be Facebook friends with your favorite TV character and get updates on their lives when you’re not watching? Here’s a cool read on the future of storytelling.

A powerful essay: When this man’s wife was battling breast cancer, friends and neighbors kept them well-fed. But, as the family learned later, no one brings dinner when your daughter is an addict.

20-year-old Hunter S. Thompson’s advice on how to lead a meaningful, purposeful life:

And it seems almost ridiculous to say that a man MUST function in a pattern of his own choosing; for to let another man define your own goals is to give up one of the most meaningful aspects of life — the definitive act of will which makes a man an individual.

Part mini-documentary, part music video: Celebrities (including Kanye West, Lindsay Lohan, Olivia Wilde, and Shaun White) explain what they love about L.A.—flaws and all.

 

That’s all for this week. The next few days will be insanity as I work on school stuff, but luckily, I’ve got margarita mix handy for the end of each long day. What are you up to this week?

The uninformed football semi-enthusiast

 As I sit here at my overheated laptop having just sat through two hours of fairly lame VMA performances (except Florence and the Machine), I log-on to Facebook. Facebook, though becoming increasingly lame each day, is still my go-to for quick, mindless entertainment before I do other important things like watch paint dry or look at shoes online.

Now that football season has officially begun, my news feed is sure to constantly be clogged with minutely updates on whichever game is “the game” of the day, as if people assume I know which game they’re talking about. Littered with impulsive NOOOOOOOOOs and EAT IT OCHOCINCOs, my news feed becomes a virtual warzone as haters comment on their now ex-friends’ statuses, harassing them for their poor choice in football teams.

Sitting here just now, these statuses assault me:

hail to the redskins, hail to victoryyy!

THATS GONE WELL REDSKINSSSS

Best. Game. Ever. I can’t move, I’m sweating, it’s like I just gave birth – but without the c-sections or drugs. Whew!!! HAIL TO THE REDSKINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SKINS WIN!!

So. Many. Exclamation points. Congrats on that, though, guys. But I’m a Ravens fan, so I don’t care how the Redskins are doing unless they’re playing the Ravens. (Hurl insults at me at your leisure.)

I must admit, I don’t know a whole lot about football. I do, however, enjoy a good game of football. I can get enthusiastic pretty easily and secretly would like a jersey of my own. I truly do consider myself a fan of the Ravens, but we have a casual relationship. I watch when my boyfriend watches or when I have four hours to kill and want to submit myself to several hours’ worth of commercials in between occasionally uneventful plays. But I could never be a hardcore fan. To this day, I still get confused when the announcers say things like “first and down,” and the only thing that comes to mind when I hear “tight end” is Jon Bon Jovi.

Another thing I’ve never understood is the whole fantasy league thing. Do I want to join your fantasy league? I’m pretty sure I’m out of your league. So, no, I don’t want to participate in anything that sounds like a come-on to join your testosterone-fueled Internet orgy.

I mainly think it’s funny that people take it as seriously as they do. It’s not that I have football completely misunderstood, it’s just that I don’t think one’s life should revolve around a football schedule, nor should a grown man have to fight to hold back tears when Detroit loses again. Nor should Tom Brady be making $18 million a year for having a good arm, but maybe that’s just me.

Clearly this abundance of online enthusiasm will always exist, which is fine—it’s all in good fun, and I gladly partake in game-related shenanigans, however uninformed I might be. But I know there’s gotta be other half-hearted football fans who are afraid to reveal that they, too, think the Superbowl Halftime Show is one of the highlights of the season. As for the Facebook statuses seemingly the products of stuck CAPS LOCK keys, there’s always the “hide” button, or the promise of a beat-down.

Also, don’t forget to submit your questions  for the advice column, which will hopefully have enough material to be posted by the end of the month. I know it’s a great idea (I thank you for saying so), but it’s useless without your burning questions!