Pretension and the L word

Sometimes I feel I'm a harsh critic and way to protective of the people I love. This is a common thread with my female friends and their choices in partner. I've often discussed how there's a really fine line you cross where you're honest or you bite your lip, smile and hope for the best knowing that you think they deserve better. And I think despite this, when you see them happy, in love and content....you soften and take comfort in the resolve that at least they are loving life and feel loved and that their partner has been brave to acknowledge that by saying "I Love You" and rewarding them for emotional torment undergone. That's always the nicest feeling when someone is thinking of you and cares about you and you can always go running to them and take solace in their arms. And then there is being single....which has taken me a while to embrace. But I like it. Occassionally I lapse into "woe is me" mode when I put on a sexy nightie and my favourite moisturiser and slink into bed under.....my ikea matching sheets. Or when I see public displays of affection and workmates cooing into their phone to their partners. But as a whole, I've rediscovered the art of dating, enjoying flirting again, having brunch alone with the Sunday papers and buying clothes without lying or leaving my bags in the boot and pretending I went out shopping with no results (like that ever happens!). Aside from this, I wanted to voice my contempt of the bayside suburb of St Kilda. I'm sick of it. I'm over the barbie and kens in their designer clothes with their lean, bronzed limbs, coiffed hairdos and immaculate make up and I think I'm generally over the scene. It's become a soul-less environment. I think of the times I used to see GREAT bands at the espy and the prince of wales...2 pubs which have now been renovated and have red ropes out the front with more little alpha males and pretentious princess parading on the pavement. What has happened!?!? I enjoy Fitzroy with it's goths, colour, sexual proclivities and music. It's so more real. Yet the boys prefer this bayside bimbo land to play in (partly because of its proximity to their living arrangements, but also because of the little foetus's that cavort in mini skirts and smile at the bouncers). There's something about the intangible that captures us all. Do we all lust for what we cannot have?? I think I lust for reality and depth and that's currently something I'm finding hard to track down!!