Apparently I am writing a pop culture blog

The other day at work, instead of actually doing work (why on earth would I do that?), my co-worker and I discussed her newly created Lavalife profile and the premise behind sites like Lavalife more generally. I decided it was absurd to suggest (as these sites implicitly do) that a person is the summation of movie preferences and sports they like to watch/play and favourite colours and their pet cats/dogs/newts/potbelly pigs; in short, that you are what you like (and are attracted to a person based on what they like in turn). Absurd, that's what I decided it was; absurd and simply inaccurate.

So I thought about what would end up on my Lavalife profile, were I to create one (note: I have no such intentions) and realized that some of those things (Wonder Boys and anything involving Joss Whedon and NFL football and baseball games and blue and the fact that I've never really "got" the practice of owning domestic animals) actually say more about me than I would be easily willing to admit. In fact, after being introduced once at a party as "the girl who is obsessed with Buffy and Harry Potter," I realized that even those who I would say know me well and know the "real me," see me, to some extent, as the personalized embodiment of...well, the embodiment of my pop culture preferences.

What I'm trying to say (and making a mess of saying it) is, despite, perhaps, my best efforts, it seems I have fallen into writing a pop culture blog. I'm also saying that, perhaps, this would have been difficult to avoid. I took five pages of notes during the Golden Globes tonight...what else could I possibly write about? I mean, it's a blog. I don't think it's meant to effect profound change. At least, this one isn't...and won't. Sorry, kids.