Remember the UnCool Girl Series? Those three-ish very funny and important blogs about how stupid women are in relationships, even if they were formerly awesome and cool? I was reminded of those recently. I re-read them, I even put fresh videos up. Now, I just have to figure out why my tags aren’t showing, because these little blogettes are nothing without the accompanying tags. My work is never done. Why the resurrection, aside from the awesome blog material itself? I was reminded of many discussions... 

There is this oppressive thought that keeps banging in my brain (that organ that is often abandoned due to the loud interference of my breasts) saying I am not supposed to blog. “But,” I plead, “I need to blog. I like to blog. All I ever wanted in my whole life was to blog… why can’t I blog?” “Because,” I answer, “if you blog, you will go to hell. You will spill forth secrets and abandon your work, ignore your children, never do laundry or clean... 

Wow, I don’t even know where to begin this installment of the tragedy of the UCG (UnCool Girl). Lets say, hypothetically, you crash into an old flame. You are all enamored with the old thoughts, feelings and wonder that you felt back in the day when you and your flame were joined at the hip in holy coolimony. Nostalgia can be a hard drug to overcome, and I get that, so bask in its homespun glory. You talk to this flame and bring up your past, how wonderful things were back then, and you savor... 

Don’t try this at home. It never really occurred to me that by putting this blog on my portfolio, people would actually look at it, but as I sat at the conference table with my new BFF (I go through BFFs like crazy) and saw this up on the screen of his laptop, I did a strange double take. Knowing now that he could potentially read this, I just wanted to say that I really did enjoy the interview, and the company seems awesome and I’ll leave it at that. Well, except that I’m kind... 

In my quest for journalistic integrity, I bring you the follow-up to When Cool Girls Go Stupid. I will admit that I’ve had a few forays into the world of the UCG (UnCool Girl). I’ve been prone to fits of weird notes to boys I liked, making statements to incite jealousy, and dedicating a song or two that I would not ordinarily even acknowledge existed had I not been in the throes of crushdom. In my defense, however, I was probably in high school (or earlier) and therefore, I was UnCool...