Defending Glasses in the Modern Age


Welcome back! Do you have moments where you get so angry you can’t even reason correctly? I’ve had moments like that. Especially when it comes to certain tropes I come across in current television. There are a ton but this one trope is the one I truly hate with all my heart.

The Glasses Got to Go Trope.

Nothing makes me angrier than a show tells an audience that if someone (usually women) wears glasses they are nerdy, unlikable and ugly. As you can tell from my author photo, I wear glasses. I bet some of you out there are thinking I’m just sour about the concept. That I, myself, think that way about my glasses.

Not even close.

I got my glasses as a kid in elementary school. If anything, my glasses made me feel better. I could see the board. I could read without having the book pushed against my face. I could see what I was doing on the playground. It made ‘Tag’ a lot easier to play and I wasn’t such a target anymore. As time went on I started to think of my glasses as a part of me. Much like my birthmark on my stomach, my glasses were part of my identity.  Like a reverse Superman/Clark Kent. I became powerful when my glasses are put on, not off.

That is why I’m upset that this trope still appears in modern television and movies. Why is that? Why does Hollywood still think that people are stuck in the 80’s and that glasses are considered a limitation instead of an asset?

I think it is time for a hero/heroine to appear that wears glasses and is positive about them.

Until next time, the randomness has ended. I hope you have enjoyed.

-Check out my other love letters and rants about tropes here and here


What’s Wrong with a Happy Ending?


Welcome back! Let me tell you a story. Once on a time there was a television show that grabbed the attention of someone who was bored with television. It had a tough cop, a funny writer and adorable secondary characters. The story was fun and progressed naturally. Then one day, storms approached. Behind the scenes, the drama took over the shows press. Then the main character and secondary character left the show making the fans stand up and fight for the show….to be cancelled. What happened to the show?

Castle is a show that I have watched from day one to its slow death on May 16, 2016.  The showrunners had created one ending in case they were renewed and one if they were cancelled. When the day came, fans waited with baited breath, wondering what the ending was since the show was cancelled.  The time crept towards the 56-minute mark. Beckett and Castle made it home alive. Well, kind of. They both are shot. Then we get a time jump and they are ok with three kids.

Always is the last word of the series.

Fans sit confused.

Not only did the showrunners show the depressing cliffhanger ending but the happy ending made if the show was cancelled.

What was the point of that? You got me there.  The show knew, going into the last week, the show was done. They had time to switch out the endings and make it work. However, they decided to show the sad with the happy.

What is up with television relationship with doom and gloom? Why do storylines and characters on a lot of television shows focus on the doom and gloom of life? I hate to break this to television showrunners, writers, and producers. The world is a dark place. We are much more aware of the darkness thanks to social media. When I watch television, I want the world to fall away. I want to be transported away from my own problems too.

When I turn on the television now, I feel sad. Characters I love and adore are being tortured. Why is television, this season at least, so dark and depressing? Why do showrunners, networks and anyone else who participates in television, think viewers want to see this week after week?

What is wrong with a happy ending?

Until next time, the randomness has ended. I hope you have enjoyed.

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall


Welcome back to the randomness. I’ve been out of commission for the past two weeks. A lot has been happening in my personal life but I have been stuck for topics. Every time I find a topic I want to write about Buzzfeed beats me to the punch. I don’t know if that means I am on the pulse of pop culture or I’m just as pathetic as Buzzfeed when it comes to writing. Either way, I’m back. I’m back with a little story about my life.

Mirrors. They have been the bane of my existence since I became aware of my body. Let me explain. Growing up I didn’t think much about how my body looked to the world. I enjoyed my life. I ate what I wanted. I ran around singing on the top of the lungs. I danced. I was completely open to what was to come.

Then the start of puberty happened. I remember this. Back when I was about 11 or 12 years old my Great Aunt Charlotte took me out to dinner and shopping on my birthday. I remember putting on a dress she wanted me to try. I was standing in the Macy’s three-way mirror when she said it.

You are a lady now. Suck in your stomach.

It was like a switch went off in my head. It was a dramatic switch. Sad music didn’t play like on the sitcoms I grew up with nor did I stare into the mirror pondering the statement. I just sucked in my stomach then went on with my life.

That statement stuck with me, though. Before I could look in the mirror, as me, and feel fine. Now I checked out every inch of my body while sucking in my stomach (a stomach I wasn’t even aware of till then).

I stopped looking straight at myself in the mirror. I would lower my eyes and only look at my body. I fussed with how my clothes looked. Comparing myself to my friends or celebrities. Mind you I grew up during the Paris Hilton Brat Pack era. Everyone was thinner than the normal human being.

That attitude continued throughout my teen years into my twenties. I would avoid mirrors. I just couldn’t do it. My brain wouldn’t let me look myself in the eye when looking at a mirror. I would even put a towel or zip up hoodie over my makeup mirror when I wasn’t using it.

Until recently.


I had a health scare a year ago that prompted me to lose weight and start working on my own thought process. So far, as of this writing, I am down 70 pounds and have 50 more to go. That prompted me to take the towel off my makeup mirror. I started looking into my mirror and trying to appreciate what I have and what I am.  It was tough. I found myself averting my eyes. I would hear that inner voice make those nasty comments. Yet, I refused to listen.

Now, I find myself starting to look at the positive whenever I look at my face in the mirror. It doesn’t happen every day but it happens more often. I’m starting to learn that I’m worth it. I’m worth looking at and enjoying what I see.

It will be a long process but I’m finally on a more positive self-image I never expected to have.

Tell me what you do about mirrors. Do you look or are you working on your self-confidence as well?

Until next time, the randomness has ended. I hope you have enjoyed.