I wouldn't recommend reading the below. It's whiney and self indulgent. It is the blog equivalent of a horribly constructed grammatical pity party. If I were you, I'd hit the "back" button now.

So what do you do when you're so intellectually unstimulated on a daily basis that you are burgeoning on numbness and the one glimmer of hope on the horizon has turned out to be ....well...falling about a continent short of expectations. Cryptic? My apologies.

I'm not going to bore you with the details lest you too run the risk of intellectual paralysis, so tedious and uninteresting is the subject matter. Let's just say, I had my heart set on something (some-THING, not some-ONE) and basically, I didn't get what I wanted.

Go ahead and laugh at the silly little girl who wants to cry at her desk (and actually has for the better part of the morning - don't worry, I'm away from people - no one saw). I know its silly, I know I just need to suck it up and deal - but I was just barely not all out hating life when I woke up this morning and right now - I'm not so sure.

I'm sure this has SOMETHING to do with the fact that I haven't refilled my antidepressants in a timely manner. I'm sure it has SOMETHING to do with the fact that my attitude in general seems to suck, every person i come into contact with finds some new and exciting way to annoy the crap out of me, i feel utterly directionless, lacking momentum and focus....UUUGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!

Can I just sit in a room and cry for no specific reason at all? Is that allowed?

Not an update - just a little bit of a rant on this snowy Tuesday morning.

Yes, - the rest of my trip was LOVELY – but could my UK readers PUH-LEASE tell me why your bars close at 11:00 p.m.??? Its quite frustrating.

More funny London stories to come – HOWEVER, right now I have a bit of a bone to pick with my beloved neighborhood bar, The Front Page.

I turned 21 in the Front Page, dated bartenders, weekly happy hours at my favorite bar are a MUST. I love the laid back atmosphere, the people, the cheap drinks and the great bar food. HOWEVER – after a fabulous dinner at URBANA  with Ali (XO) on Saturday night, we decided to go out on the town and so decided to go to the old stand by – The Page. Since we had an early (by DC standards) dinner we arrived at the bar a little before 9:00 p.m. It was fairly empty – which was fine as we thought we’d snag a seat.

Travel, boredom, laziness have all led to the fact that its been awhile since I’d ventured out on a Saturday night – so I was surprised to find the majority of the stools removed from the relatively empty   bar in anticipation of accommodating a much larger crowd later in the evening. However, there were three, seemingly abandoned seats at the end of the bar with one almost full drink and one emptied drink in front of them.

So, ever the polite girl, I asked the bartender “are these seats taken”? And he says “yes – they just went outside to SMOKE!”

Are you KIDDING me!? The bartender was “saving” seats for three people who were outside polluting their lungs?? I could understand if one stayed behind to guard the stools – but for all three to be outside, smoking, having left no personal articles indicating their eminent return…sounds to me, utterly absurd.  

Does this sound ludicrous to anyone else? The only seats left in the bar – empty – and the bartender wouldn’t let  us sit down (and on top of that – he was quite rude about it!).

This was an ominous start to the evening – we then proceeded to Buffalo Billiards where, to be perfectly honest – I felt like I had out grown the scene and frankly, it was NOT a good feeling.

I was particularly disturbed/amused/a bit troubled to see the follow horoscope displayed ever so neatly under the heading of my astrological sign this afternoon (brought to you by the cracker jack psycic team at msn.com):

If things get too hard for you, dear Cancer, are you open to seeking out some counseling? Don't let pride or embarrassment get in the way of getting the support you need in your life when things get to be too much. Ever look in the yellow pages under this category? There are literally thousands available. This is because there's a great demand for these services! You're not alone and the sooner you take care of yourself, the quicker you'll get back on the right track.

To paraphrase: "Are things so bad these days that you are taking our astrological predictions a little too literally?? If this is you, maybe you should seek professional help."

Seriously MSN? SERIOUSLY??

What I even find MORE disturbing than this clairvoyant endorsement of the ever respected mental health industry*, is that their advice: Please, put your mental health and psychotropic drug prescriptions in the hands of a shrink who drums up business through THE YELLOW PAGES!!!

Have you seen the recent yellow pages television adds? The little chubby kid comes home from school looking discouraged and all of a sudden a magical touch screen Yellow Pages directory appears in his living room? And then the boy searches for marshal arts classes leaving the television audience writ large to assume he will learn to defend himself from said bullies? Thus the Harry Potter-esque Yellow Pages saves the day.

What would this ad entail I wonder?? Zoom in on a suicidal nutcase with a razor in her hand ready to end it all because it's finally hit her that there won't be any more Heath Ledger movies and aforementioned magical screen pops up in her bathtub and she decides to put down the Venus Vibrance blades and look for mental health professionals cuz, now that she thinks of it, there's always Russell Crowe and thus always a reason to keep on living can always be found?!

How do you even BEGIN that conversation "And who referred you to our offices?", "My internet psychic" -- Well if your goal was to get bumped to a more elite category of crazy person...

Somehow, I don't think so.

Frankly,

*It should be noted that I have great respect for the miracle workers in the mental and behavioral health industries having many truly dedicated committed professionals (pun intended) on speed dial. None of them were found via yellowpages, verizon superpages or any other 10 lb. directory.

All I have to say today is that if a man can cheat on Christie-fucking-Brinkley, is there any hope of fidelity for the mere mortals?

All morning, chattering on endlessly on Fox News, CNN, MSNBC – relationship and sex “experts” called upon to analyze and explain to the rest of us, who may mistakenly “blame” the man for cheating, that its biological and not really the man’s fault. This is important information as the tendency to point manicured, judgmental fingers and assign fault to the philandering husband is certainly basic and strong.

[Side note: How does one actually BECOME a sex or relationship “expert”? I don’t remember Relationships101 on the course roster at any academic institution I have ever frequented. Sex 101 could be found on any given Saturday night at the Sigma Chi house, but that’s about it. Personally, I think anyone who has lived and dated in the nation’s capitol for a year or more has earned at least an Associates if not an honorary BA in sex if not  relationships. It is my contention that to avoid the socially stigmatic label of “whore”, these women have just slapped the term “expert” on a business card in a swirly, pink embossed font and Voila! She’s ready to wax philosophical on all things romantic.].

As I was saying, these so called “experts” have offered some fabulous, non-judgey insights into the male psyche. More specifically, into the phenomena that the concept of monogamy acts as Teflon for men (i.e. never sticking).

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Q: Why do older men feel they can’t keep it in their pants when the opportunity to sleep with teenagers presents itself?

“Expert”: This behavior satisfies their biological need to feel young.

Scarlett: Because they don’t care about anyone but themselves. They don’t care about any marriage vows or commitments they made to their wives and the certainly don’t give a damn about using young women for sex. If he needs to feel younger, get some Botox and be done with it!!

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Q: Why do teenagers or “younger” women want older men?

 “Expert”: The teenagers are looking to find the love and affection they never received from their fathers.

Scarlett: Because they are in the throws of an eating disorder, have low self esteem, or are still bitter because they didn’t make head cheerleader last year. Add to that epidemic to stupidity and there’s your answer.

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Q: Why do men cheat?

“Expert”: Affairs offer these men a means of escaping from the everyday stress of marriage, commitment, children, etc.

Scarlett: Well boo fucking hoo and cry me a river the size of an Iowa flood. It’s called being a adult. If you need an “escape” from life, go to Vegas, watch some strippers, relax. Don’t sleep with you nineteen year old receptionist!

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Is it not possible to call someone a scumbag anymore on national television? Is it taboo to say simply – “bottom line: you’re a miserable human being”?  Where are the Simon Cowell’s of the relationship “expert” community who have the balls to stand up and say the romantic equivalent of “You suck. You’re not going to Hollywood. Don’t let the doorknob smack you in the ass on your way out of the audition room!”

Sigh. Hang in there, Christie. Listen to some Carrie Underwood and feel better!

Frankly,

Thank you for all the well wishes, virtual flowers and e-cards that you have heaped upon me, dear readers. It certainly makes me feel all warm and fuzzy…well, it could just be the veritable rainbow of over-the-counter decongestants and fever reducers that I’m still popping by the hour.

Why is it that I decided it would be a good idea to drag my fuzzy, sniffly headed self into the office today? I felt like I’m carrying around the Bubonic cold – potentially infecting everyone near me though I’m too stingy with my days off to do the greater Washington, DC metropolitan area a favor and confine the disease to my apartment. Selfish and pathetic, I know – but I never claimed to be anything else.

It seems as though in this American corporate culture of eat or be eaten, 50 hours a week is no longer good enough, gotta keep going to get ahead – that it has evolved at a much more rapid pace than modern medical science. That until our immune systems can keep up with our ambitions, we have no choice but to haul our infected, miserable asses into work – else be labeled a slacker and give others the opportunity to pass us by.

Therefore, it’s the American Corporate Capitalist Machine (said the registered, Texas Republican) that forced me to contaminate the Metro Red Line riders this morning – NOT the fact that I want to save my time off for something REALLY important like, a vacation….or a hangover.

Faulty logic? Perhaps. But remember, I’m heavily medicated.

Frankly,

Now you’ve gone and done it. You’ve pissed off a redhead and more importantly, you've hurt her friends. And so the claws begin to come out...THIS should be fun (although there are more fun treats to come, my dear, just you wait. The fun thing about karma is that ...it's SUCH a bitch :) )

Ya know, after wading through the murkey waters of high school in a highly controlled, uniformed, religious environment (hell we even dressed alike!) I learned a great deal about people. I learned about the importance of differentiating yourself to maintain one’s sanity -  be it by sewing star shaped buttons on your kilt, wearing lots of bracelets or rings, etc. – little ways of expressing your individuality lest you loose your identity and swim upstream with the rest of the salmon.

I learned the importance of questioning. Of asking “why” rather that regurgitating information. Why does this biblical passage mean this? Group: Ummm…because the Pope SAID so? Scarlett: Ummm…a GOOD reason please? 

So group think, while slightly tragic doesn’t really shock or disorrient me.  

Not that judgment doesn’t have its time and place. Hell – if it weren’t for judgment Hey Pretty and I would have nothing better to do at social functions! What DOES piss me off is moral superiority. The belief that you, my dear in your string of fake pearls, Ann Taylor twin set and girl scout merit badges framed on your wall are not only PERFECT but you feel the benevolent urge to bestow your unsolicited and, of course, infallible advice to all those you happen to come in contact with. Lucky us.