Existential Dieting 101

I thought about starting this post with an introduction to me. But then I realized how utterly boring my life is and what the hell, why am I writing this blog anyway? Boredom would be the obvious answer here, but I'd like to think rather that this is some grand service I'm offering the world. No, really I just seem to have too much time on my hands.

Moving on.

With this great start to the initial post, I guess I should address the one question that everyone is asking (because, of course, everyone is reading this and silently musing to themselves about a not-so-cleverly constructed blog title): What exactly is the Existential Diet?

This is the part where I laugh maniacally and rub the goatee that I thankfully do not have. Really, what is a diet? Aside from limitation, which I view to be a generally negative concept, I like to think of it as a positive reinforcement. As stated in my oh-so-general description, there is little clarity to woman's place in this world, and it's my personal statement that we shouldn't have a defined role. Soooooo we're taking a break, per se, from the predetermined role that has been given to us, as well as the self-righteous feminists' whoreish attempts at destroying our idea of femininity. That being said, I have no problems with empowering women. But at the same time, who's to tell me I cant strut my stuff and feel a certain satisfaction when a man tells me I have nice legs? So let's just take "diet" as a break from the boundaries of society, and the reinforcement of the individual self.

Am I getting too philosophical for your sorry ass?

So we've covered the diet part. Now on to existentialism. For those of you who don't know what that is, I'm curious as to how you found this blog. You're probably boring. At any rate, the basic idea is an individual finding a meaning, or place in the world. It's different for everyone, and in today's ultra-consumer existence, it's a bit scarce. Ideals consist of living in the here an now... which ventures beyond keg parties and doing too many drugs to "live in the moment." I'm talking following dreams, or doing something so you know that when you die-- which could be at any moment-- you wouldn't regret the life you're living. It's the whole, "what am I doing with my life?" and the, "am I really happy?" bullshit that you read about in books or watch on lifetime. Which I never do, by the way.

What I'm trying to say is hey, you like to buy things. I like to buy things. Hell, there's a pair of Prada shoes I saw once in a store window that I would have chewed an arm off if it meant I could wear them home. But did I stop to think of why I wanted those shoes or if they really would have made me happy? No. But I'm thinking about it now, dammit, and that counts for something. I like to shop just as much as the next gal, but at the same time I assess my goals and where I want to be in life. I break away from my general needs and wants every once in a while to say, "hey, how can I make a difference. What is it that I could be doing to improve my self?"

So pretty much this blog is about criticizing the world (who doesn't like to read about that??) and making meaning from our place in it. At least I'm gonna try. Wanna come along for the ride?