Archive for October, 2010

October 31, 2010

The only time traffic is bueno

Last night at a Halloween party, I had a quick discussion with Mbrotha’s friend Jay about the various rock concerts we’ve attended and which bands rocked and which ones didn’t.  Naturally, I mentioned that 30STM is the cat’s pajamas when it comes to rock concerts (but not on Friday, November 5th.  Sigh…) to which Jay replied, “I know, I’ve read your blog.”


I know people read my blog as WordPress provides me with handy little stats regarding the traffic to my blog and from which sites said traffic originates.  It displays lovely little graphs with information as to how many visitors I have and which posts they’re reading.  (So far, Dear Jared, Shannon and Tomo, you kinda broke my heart is winning in the race for top-viewed post.  And naturally, that’s the one they read…).   But it doesn’t tell me who’s reading my blog, only the site they used to get there.  So it’s pretty flipping AWESOME to hear it in person.  Thanks, Jay!

Yesterday I wrote a post that differed from my usual posts, because it involved a topic that hits pretty close to home.  Lately I’ve involved myself in a mission for self-acceptance.  The other day I read an article that really bothered me (see my post entitled Outrage) and this started me thinking that I can’t remember the last time I heard of a global positivity movement and it made me want to start one.  Now I’m a little obsessed.  Today I researched ways to increase traffic to my blog so that way I can spread the word and maybe I can really get this thing going.  Consequently, the following will make little sense to anyone but me:


Much of the promotion of my blog required me to figure out exactly what this blog is about.  I reviewed my previous posts because, initially, I’d hoped to simply use it as a platform for purging my brain of extraneous thoughts so I had a clean slate for writing.  And naturally, it has evolved into more than that for me.  A lot of my posts discuss my quest for self-acceptance and answers to that pesky little question of what to do with my life so I figured this was probably the most accurate description. 

(You’d also not be surprised to learn that I promote the hell out of Thirty Seconds to Mars in many of my posts (shocking, I know…).  I heart them (you don’t say…).  And I figure this is the best platform for me to pester my friends and family into hearting them as well.  Of course, if you’re looking for them to notice you so that someday you’ll be BFF’s with either Jared, Shannon, or Tomo, I don’t recommend writing a post detailing exactly the how’s and why’s of why you may be pissed at them for cancelling a show.  Turns out?  They notice that kind of thing and trust me when I say that being noticed for excessive awesomeness is definitely preferable vs. being noticed because of bad press.  I imagine a retweet on Twitter by any one of the guys is ten different shades of awesome.  Having them tweet directly to you and tell you YOU broke THEIR hearts? 

Bittersweet.  So very bittersweet…)

So far my experiment is a success.  Thank you, Jenn, for posting your comment in response to Because I love deep fried oreos.  I hope others will feel comfortable in following in your footsteps.  I would LOVE to open up my Facebook page one morning and see my timeline filled with statuses from everyone I know and love stating why they love them.  And if I can encourage someone I don’t know?  Even better.  If everyone everywhere took one day to state one reason why they are amazing? 

That day would be the most AWESOME day in the history of days.  It really really would. 

October 30, 2010

Because I love deep fried oreos

I’d like to try an experiment of sorts.  Late last evening I wrote a post in response to an article written on Marie Claire’s website, please read it here: Outrage.  The whole thing has kind of stuck in my craw since I read that stupid article yesterday morning.  Yesterday, I formulated a response to it and posted that response, and yet I feel unsatisfied.  Do you know what bugs me the most? 

The publicity.

A lot of people had a tremendous response to the article (myself included) and rightfully so.  Unfortunately this also encouraged promotion of this article.  And that just doesn’t sit well with me.  I had reservations about posting my own response because I didn’t want to encourage anyone to read it.  I disagreed with it all and I don’t generally like to advocate that which I don’t believe in.  My response was meant to address my own astonishment that something so cruelly written would then be published and even worse, defended.  (No lie.  The editors still support this article.  Ummmm…  I hate that something so negative is now so publicized and I also hate the damage it may have inflicted upon anyone who read it. 

Let’s put an end to it. 

I’m tired of the negativity.  I’m tired of being told how I should look and act and what my opinion should be about things.  I’m tired of being told that who I am is not correct and if I’d only make these ten thousand changes, well then I’d be loved by all.  I don’t want to be loved by all anymore.  I want to be loved by one person and one person only.  I want universal acceptance from one singular soul.


In order to do that I need to stop being afraid of what others think of my actions, my thoughts, my appearance.  And I want the same for everyone else.  So that no matter how many insensitive articles are written, you and I can both say, it’s okay, because I love me and that’s what matters most. 

Will you help me?  Together let’s make this a viral sensation.  Let’s make this so widely publicized everyone forgets about a silly little article.  Please do me a favor and click the “Like” button at the bottom of this post.  Post on facebook why you should love you.  Tweet it.  Email it.  Tell your friends and family why you know you are AWESOME.  Hell, tell strangers.  Maybe if we all start loving ourselves, we’ll start loving one another instead of judging one another.  Please please please, help me do this.  If you’re afraid, ask me and I’ll help.  I’ll gladly post why you should love you.  I’ll post it on Facebook and Twitter.  I’ll email it.  I’ll tell my friends and family.  And I’ll start it.

My name is Ali and I’m AWESOME because I have freckles and because I love to read.  Because I have this really skewed sense of equality.  Because I love vampires but I’m terrified of zombies.  Because some mornings I think I’m beautiful and some mornings I hate every piece of clothing I own.  Because I care about the environment.  Because I love Thirty Seconds to Mars enough to tell them they pissed me off.  Because my laugh sounds like a fire siren.  Because I love butterflies and orchids.  Because my greatest fear is being alone for eternity.  Because I know I’m right even when I know I’m wrong.  Because I have a big butt.  Because I love my family fiercely and will fight to the death for any one of them.  Because I have blue eyes.  Because when I think no one is around I talk to myself.  Because I love to write. 

So here’s my experiment:  Start off small.  Post as your Facebook/Twitter status one reason you love you.  Or just simply state My name is and I’m AWESOME (fabulous, spectacular, beautiful, unique, pretty, stunning, magnificent, brilliant, incredible, amazing, dazzling, breathtaking, marvelous, wonderful, extraordinary, fantastic, excellent, cute, lovely, outstanding, handsome, exquisite).  I’ll like your status. 

Also, please share my blog so that we can get others to help in the experiment.  Let’s make this viral.  Let’s make this global.  Let’s promote positivity.

My name is Ali and I am AMAZING.

October 30, 2010


This morning I read two separate blog posts by two authors I admire and whose opinions I respect even when they differ from my own.  Both blogs (Jen Lancaster and Jen Armintrout) discussed an article/blog post written by a freelance writer named Maura Kelly for the magazine called Marie Claire.  And both blogs expressed outrage over this blog post.  The title of Ms. Kelly’s article/blog post?

“Should Fatties Get a Room (Even on TV)?”


Normally, I’d provide a handy little link for you to mosey your way on over and peruse said article/blog post, but I’ll be damned if I help traffic on that site in any small way.  If you’d like to read it, by all means google it.  (For the record, I recommend you don’t read it.)

I read the article.  And then I reread the article.  And then a third time just to be sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.  Basically it discusses the new CBS sitcom Mike&Molly and whether or not America, as a general populace, is disgusted by the makeout sessions on the show because the actors are “Fatties”.  According to Ms. Kelly, yes, we are.  And our disgust shouldn’t end there.  Apparently the simple act of watching a “fattie” walk across a room is displeasing, just like a person stumbling is clearly an alcoholic and someone slumped in a chair clearly has a raging addiction to heroine.  The article then goes on to state that losing weight is very simple and that “fatties” just need to commit harder to it and success will be theirs!  She even includes some handy dandy tips.  And once they do, our national healthcare crisis should start to see a turn for the better because the majority of that issue?  Due to fatties. 


Words fail me.  At first, I kind of laughed, because clearly, this was a joke, right (even though I failed to see exactly where the joke lay)?  So I reread it a second time thinking I’d missed the punchline.  The third time around I just felt tired.  Is Marie Claire hurting for money?  Is this a satire gone horribly wrong?  So many questions.  So many emotions.

I don’t want to comment on the atrocities written by Ms. Kelly.  Plenty of people have done that.  I merely wonder why on earth Marie Claire and any of their editors would have read this article and ultimately decided to give the go for launch.  The mind boggles, it really really does.  The whole thing—the article and the green light on posting it under your umbrella (Marie Claire)—truly baffles me.  It’s almost as if they are advocating bullying because that’s the only purpose this article serves.  It’s baseless, tactless, rude, pandering, atrocious, cruel.  The list just goes on and on and on. 

Self-love is hard enough to attain as it is.  For a lot of people it goes hand-in-hand with outward image and for anyone to compound on that merely for the purpose of starting a discussion or to increase publicity?  Shame on you, Marie Claire.  Shame on you, Maura Kelly. 

I envy anyone who loves themselves exactly as they are.  Bravo to you.  A million trillion times.  You’re my HERO.  Learning to accept yourself and be happy and comfortable in your own skin?  Possibly one of the hardest things I’m learning to do.  And to anyone else who’s bumbling their way along, just like me, on that strange and terrifying journey to self-acceptance, I have this message for you:


October 29, 2010

An Apology

Woke up this morning to find this in my Twitter timeline:



Ah, hell.  And, ouch.

Yeah, I totally deserved that. 

Frustrated, disappointed, and heartbroken, I wrote a post about my dissatisfaction that something I’d been so excited for was now not going to happen and would not happen for the foreseeable future.  And I believed the fourteen people who read my silly little blog would politely tell me to shut up and get over it. 

Pissing off the band I adore above all others?

Definitely NOT my intent. 

Tomo, Shannon and Jared—I’m sorry.  Small words, but I mean them.  I adore you and the point I was trying to make yesterday was severely lost amidst the frustration and disappointment running rampant in that post.  Pissing you off was certainly not what I wanted to do and the rebuke was definitely merited.  My point was simply that I adore you and think you’re awesome, no matter what.  So my apologies, guys, for not making that  more evident. 


October 28, 2010

Dear Jared, Shannon, and Tomo, you kinda broke my heart…


I’m mad.  Which isn’t really an apt description, but it’s the best I’m coming up with right now. 

30STM postponed their November 5 Clifton Park show.  And now I’m mad.  Angry, disappointed, disheartened, saddened, frustrated, annoyed.  Take your pick, that’s what I’m feeling.

I’d like to take the high road and be the type of fan who’s mellow about it and says, it’s okay, they’ll make it up to me, I’m sure. 

I’m not that type of fan.

Instead I’m the lucky type of fan who’s a realist and recognizes that the MTV EMA’s are scheduled for November 7 in Madrid.  Coincidence?  Methinks not. 

And here’s my response:

Fella’s, I don’t care how many awards you win.  I don’t care how awesome your videos are.  I don’t care what Rolling Stone writes about you, or if VHI devotes the entire month of October to you.  I care about your music.  I didn’t develop a major music crush because you won Video of the Year at the VMA’s.  I won’t continue to listen to you because you may win an EMA, or a Grammy, or hell, the Noble Peace Prize.  I will continue to listen to you because of September 9 and September 9 only.  Because you came out and rocked the hell out of the Webster and that night?  That night I had the time of my life.  And I would have had the time of my life on November 5.  I would have cheered and shouted and danced and sang and jumped and gladly contracted the zombie plague again.  And I wouldn’t have stopped smiling for at least a week straight.  I would have told everyone and anyone how flipping AWESOME Thirty Seconds to Mars is.  Because of the music.  I would have done this whether I was in the front row or in the nosebleed section. 

November 5?  That night?  You would have lit up my world.  This one singular fan would have had the time of her life.  I don’t care if you win an EMA.  Seeing you in person, rocking together with you, that wins hands down, no contest, EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. 

Maybe other fans feel differently.  This fan, though?  She’d rather meet the band, rock out with them, tell them in person how truly AWESOME she thinks they are instead of clicking a friggin button on the computer so maybe someday that band gets an award.  Oh, hey, votes # 254, 857, 2548, and 6895, those votes are mine.  Or was it votes # 352, 526, 1245, and 12451?  No, definitely votes # 17, 652, 4127, and 7415. 

You’re right, electronic signals traveling through wires are EXACTLY the same as a real live and breathing fan telling you they adore you just because.  Yup, that’s definitely better than being told you’re awesome in person.  I can see why you’d want the award more…