Our Generation's Fear of Failing Marriage

Yesterday, I made my first magazine purchase in a long long time while waiting at the San Francisco Airport. This is a big deal because I love magazines but haven't been able to justify buying them with the recession and free online media; however, I left the SFO newsstand with a copy of TIME so I could read the cover story 'Unfaithfully Yours' by Caitlin Flanagan.

I'm not sure exactly WHY I bought it, but I just HAD to read the cover article. Recently with the Jon and Kate drama, watching He's Just Not That Into You at a girl's night party and attending a friend's friend's bachelorette party, I have been pondering the marriage issue and how our generation is super schizophrenic about it. At least I am.

My mom was 23 when she married my dad, and I turn 23 in November. The only thing I am looking forward to in November is a BU hockey game at MSG; but, what if I did get married in four months? I wouldn't think of it because just like me, many other 20-somethings don't think they're ready for marriage. And so, I paid $4.95 for TIME to tell me why.

Flanagan writes a clear story on a complicated issue, and I left it feeling confident that I am capable of being happily married and that the media's skewed views of marriage are the cause of my insecurities.

I highly suggest reading the article, because more often the media shows the negative sides of marriage like adultery, divorce and custody battles and not enough on the importance of staying together. Thank you TIME for seeing that married parents are role models worthy of being on a cover.
Click here for article

Home Sweet Hawaii - Day 1

Before I start a full-time career at Digitas in NYC, I wanted to see my family and old friends . The perks of having an Airline working parent is the freedom of flying standby and, every so often, flying First Class.

I flew out of Boston for San Francisco at 6 a.m.. The sun rose as I boarded.I couldn't get a flight to Honolulu, so I flew to Kahului, Maui instead. Waiting to board Hawaiian Airlines and drink Passion Orange Nectar Juice.
I see home! Gorgeous and I can't wait to land. Flying makes me so nauseous.
Homegrown Papayas (my favorite fruit) for breakfast. Lounging in Waialae
I know New York is going to be amazing, but the older I get, the more I long for home. Can't we teleport already? Flying is awful.

There's so much to look forward to the week at home: I got a freelance copywriting gig that requires me to visit the Windward side of Oahu; eating lots of sushi; beach; playing shut-the-box with my siblings; eating homecooked meals (my grandma's satay is the S***); BBQ local style poke-and-all. It's nice to be home.

Let's Talk Tennis

Yesterday, like a proper lady, I watched the Wimbledon men's final between Roger Federer and Andy Roddick. It was an epic battle between the Euro D-bag and Stifler, and naturally, I was rooting for Stifler to score. Even though Federer was at the brink of winning his 15th grand slam, you could sense the crowd was hoping for a Roddick underdog story, a victory to shatter all expectations. BUT another American disappointment occurred (the last being men's soccer), and the gold-wearing god Federer WON in all his Nike glory.

To be honest, I paid less attention to the game and more attention examining the heavy branding of tennis fashion. Federer's Nike, Roddick's Lacoste, Ball boy's Ralph Lauren--it was a label tea party.When Federer put on his gold-trimmed-collar-popped-'RF'-label Nike Tracksuit with the number '15' embroidered on the lower-back I wanted to gag all my leftover independence day food. Then NIKE and Net Jets commericals came on featuring Federer and congratulating him on his win... I felt a little cheated. All premeditated. All about advertising.

Federer isn't just winning a 'tennis match', he's winning a whole empire. It's world domination, and that I can celebrate to. Congrats Roger on being the best! Nike updated their tennis site to feature Federer and his 15 grand slams:Like in the Roman Empire days, Federer is basking in his glory as a legend, a gladiator (I'm making all this BS up) but the bigger question is, Who's goes home to this hottie?