Like when I tried asparagus for the first time. Or put electric blue eyeliner on my brown peepers. Or like the time when I was eleven and was dragged to a little movie called E.T. - I had no desire to see a sci-fi movie about an alien. Who cares if he got lost and couldn’t find his way home? I did. My memory of that “movie headache” will be with me forever. The kind of headache where you don’t want to cry so you hold it in, fighting back tears and emotion until you just can’t anymore and you explode into a big, sobbing, headachy, E.T. loving mess.
Below are five things that I thought would be kind of “meh” and ended up being very “yeh!”
Organix Moroccan Argan Oil shampoo.
Since I have gone part time at work I am trying to cut corners wherever I can. But on something as important as shampoo? I was doubtful this could be done. I needed my twenty dollar suds right? Wrong! I replaced my fancy salon purchased argan oil shampoo with grocery store Organix argan oil shampoo for four dollars and change. I notice no difference and it leaves my curls bouncy, shiny, and most importantly, not frizzy. And did I mention it was FOUR dollars? It was.
Strawberry Shortcake at Burgerville.
I tend to go on and on about how much I miss my east coast food – there is a long list of things that I miss which includes but is not limited to: Stella d’oro cookies, Nathan’s hot dogs, pizza in general, cold cuts, bagels, Carvel ice cream, etc…To all of my friends who have to constantly hear me complain about how much I miss these things, my apologies. Rarely do I wax ecstatic about something you can only get on the west coast, so here goes…the strawberry shortcake at Burgerville is to die for. It is a seasonal item that I look forward to every summer as I do with their pumpkin shakes in the fall (I know, get a life.) Fresh Oregon strawberries sitting on top of a delicious biscuit with a healthy plop of Sunshine Dairy soft serve on top? It’s no Carvel, but it’s damn close.
Charlize Theron in Young Adult.
I love a movie that can tell you so much about a character with a few simple shots. As Mavis, Charlize Theron guzzles from a two-liter bottle of Diet Coke straight out of bed in the morning, sleeps face down on her bed like a cadaver, pulls her belongings from an old Victoria’s Secret bag in the backseat of her car, constantly has the Kardashian’s blaring in the background on her big screen television, drinks like a fish and ignores her little fluff ball of a dog. I expected nothing from this flick and ended up loving it – it was one of those movies that stuck with me days later. To have a movie with such an unlikable character as the lead is tough to pull off - the whole premise revolves around Mavis driving back to her hometown to try and win back her high school boyfriend who is married and has a newborn baby. But you feel for Mavis, she’s so flawed and sad, but funny and real. And I loved Patton Oswalt as Matt, an old high school classmate who tries desperately to stop Mavis from having everyone who comes in contact with her have their life explode. This film also pays homage right from the opening credits to the “mix tape” – which is awesome – and put the song “The Concept” by Teenage Fanclub in my head for like a month.
Especially Escada perfume.
A super-feminine-non-vanilla-based perfume in my repertoire? Believe it. Especially Escada is a combination on rose and ylang ylang, very fresh and floral and non-cookie like. Sucker for packaging that I am – the beautiful bottle is what initially drew me to this new scent. All pink and sophisticated and pretty, I smile when I look at it sitting on my dresser. There is a little pear going on in the mix, as well as Ambrette Seeds, whatever those are. Can you sprinkle those on a salad? Come on, I have to have some food going on in my fragrance - a girls gotta eat.
Fifty Shades of Grey.
One of the cheesiest books ever written? For sure. Did I read it in three days? Yep. With a heroine named Anastasia Steele taking a lover named Christian Grey (well, he takes her actually - over and over and over again) this book might as well have Fabio on the cover. With lines like, “His lips are parted – he’s waiting, coiled to strike. Desire – acute, liquid and smoldering, combusts deep in my belly” rather than being categorized as “erotic literature” the book should be filed under “mommy porn.” It is poorly written, has stereotypical romance novel characters, and you could die of alcohol poisoning if you played a drinking game where you took a sip of booze every time Ana “bites her lip.”
Aaaand I read it in three days.
So try something new - something you think won’t live up to your high expectations. It’s great to be pleasantly surprised.
And thank you, E.T.
And thank you, E.T.
Oh and what the hell - thank you too, Christian Grey.