Lessons in (Love) Economics

"Bueller. Bueller. Bueller."

Maybe people would have shown up to his class if he were giving this lesson instead of on "Something D-O-O Economics."

(You can probably tell that Ferris Bueller's Day Off was one of my favorite all-time movies. I still watch it about once a month.)

But you probably also know him from the show Win Ben Stein's Money. Either way, I thought this was a quirky and smart take on the most ubiquitous topic ever.

Happy Valentine's Day from the Frogs.

Science of Dating = Science of Self

I just read an article in the New York Times titled Hitting It Off, Thanks to the Algorithms of Love. After all the talk of qualitative methods and psychometric data compilations, it all came down to this: people fare far better using a site that picks matches for them as opposed to sites that allow you to view profiles and pick them yourself. Makes sense. My mother always says ‘be careful what you wish for, you just might get it’ and I’ve learned over and over again that is one of the truest clichés I’ve ever heard. That was easy to understand. The difficult part was the epiphany I came to shortly after wondering aloud why I never have used, nor have any intention of using, those sites. I came to the realization that I might be too afraid to acknowledge who I really am to find love. I mean, what if they match me with someone who’s a real jerk? Or an ecclesiastical conservative Republican? Or a woman?! We all have these idealized (read: Photoshopped) visions of who we are but what if, in having someone find compatible matches for us, we discover we’ve airbrushed ourselves a little too much and not only do we not know what we want, we don’t know who we are? The truth is always difficult to grasp for a myriad of reasons, not the least of which is that it can suck, like really, really, really suck. As in after almost 8 years NOW they wanna come to their senses suck?! And who wants to be depressed? Not I. Therefore I will continue to believe that I’m a heterosexual, liberal, adventurous, logical and kind person who is imaginative, philosophically flexible and a critical thinker.

And tonight’s movie-before-bedtime will be A Scene at the Sea. Again.

It's hard out here for a pimp...tress

A friend of mine called to tell me of the drama she is experiencing with a guy that would otherwise not even be an option if not for the dearth of "dateable," and I use that non-term loosely and circumstantially, options available. To sum it up, he is starting to give her the cold shoulder and, as most always is the case, for no apparent reason. Her ending statement summed it up: "How do you stutter AND have a small d!ck and still have the nerve to try and play me? I'm fabulous!" While I can't vouch for the former, I can vouch for the latter - she is pretty fabulous. So why be concerned with a stuttering, small d!ck dude in the first place? Well it's one of those can't live with 'em, can't live without some every once in a while type situations. But why, as we get older, get more settled in our careers, advance our education, are we all too often settling for guys that don't deserve the time of day? I mean we could go back and forth with the baby-momma-drama, bi-sexual, love themselves more than anyone else could reasons but really? What happens to our self-esteem that we put ourselves through it? Questions, commentary? Feel free to leave it at the beep...

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