Life Lessons from Logan Huntzberger

Yesterday I posted a facebook status about the effect Logan Huntzberger (one of Rory Gilmore, of the TV Show Gilmore Girls love interests) has had on my perception and opinion of men. The response was interesting and as we all know social networking is the key to knowing what people currently care about. I thought I would explore the thought further.

I’m going to be very honest and say that I love fiction. I love fictional novels, I love fictional tv shows, movies, theatre. I LOVE fiction. I love the ability it has to draw you into a different world, similar to ours, or completely surreal and the ability it has to provoke our imagination. I also think, it’s a very very dangerous thing to become enamoured with.

Logan Huntzberger has many great qualities. He’s extremely well spoken (a killer vocabularly is very important to me), well read, charming, intelligent, rich, sweet, adventurous and good looking. He is however, quite a bit of a jerk. He’s rebellious, lazy, a lady killer (not literally), entitled, thinks ‘frienefits’ is a good option, has commitment issues plus probably a lot of other attributes that I choose to overlook. And therein, lies my point. I choose to overlook, qualities that are harmful for the sake of what appears to be something better. It’s that whole ‘bad boy’ thing that girls seem to be interested. We see it sort of work out in Hollywood, girls that somehow manage to tame their bad boys while still keeping that element of danger we fell in love with in the first place. It’s actually a really harmful flaw that if we’re actually being honest, most of us can relate to.

Sure, we definitely look at that screen and think to ourselves ‘This kind of guy is probably really very harmful for Rory’. Do we ship the relationship? Of course. If you’re not a Lory shipper than your a Jess and Rory (which I’m guessing is Ress or Jory or something like that) which is truly just as bad. Does anyone really ship Dean and Rory? The eternal good guy (let’s exclude end of Season 4 and beginning of Season 5). I’ve never met a massive Dean fan. And I’m not really sure why? I put it down to the fact that girls have had their opinion of men tainted from fiction.

When amazingly lovely, sweet gentleman knock on our front doors, we turn them away because we are secretly hoping Mr Bad Boy climbs through the window later on, despite his lack of good manners, commitment and their negligent treatment of our hearts. Sure, I found it super hot when Logan climbed through the window at Rory’s – despite the fact she’d just turned down Marty (A-Typical Sweetheart).WHY? What is wrong with women?!

Please don’t get me wrong. I’m a MASSIVE Gilmore Girls fan and a big Logan lover. But I don’t necessarily think it’s the healthiest thing to dwell or to want in my life.

So thank you Logan Huntzberger for the life lesson. You’re amazing on screen – but I’m a good girl and as such, looking for a good boy.

Logan Huntzberger – Gilmore Girls

Logan: It’ll be fun, it’ll be a thrill. Something stupid, something bad for you. Just something different. Isn’t this the point of being young? It’s your choice, Ace. People can live a hundred years without really living for a minute. You climb up here with me, it’s one less minute you haven’t lived.

Photo Courtesy of oy with the proodles already.

Looking up

Lately I’ve been checking my blogroll and haven’t been finding a lot of friends who’ve been regularly updating their blogs, I sort of got a bit frustrated and then realised my hypocritical sentiments, as I hardly ever update this blog. Sure, 365grateful – every day. Sure, Sweet Nothings – more than once everyday. Poor little old tried and true .Steffany. – rarely ever. I think that’s because this blog is more about writing, it’s easy (ish) to snap a photo every day, it’s very easy to reblog other people’s beautiful pictures. It is much more difficult to think of something honest, interesting and inspiring, even on a weekly basis. But if I consider myself someone who enjoys writing – then it’s something I want to become better at. Learning to recognise, remember and record poignant moments in one’s life is a skill I want to have.

Lately I’ve been coming across a lot of milestones, or moments in life where it has been very appropriate and necessary to stop and reflect. Every 6 months I have an exam for uni, and I take it as a good opportunity to re-assess my life and see where I am and what has changed. These are some of the thoughts I’ve had recently.

This year. It’s been 6 years since I graduated high school. In four years time I will have my 10 year reunion. How crazy is that.

I’ve been at this new job for just over 3 months. Normally at the 3 month mark, I start to really hate my job and want to quit and get a new one. Yet to experience this moment, and if anything, have received a fresh new boost of enthusiam for work.

6 months ago I had long blonde/red hair. I now sport a blunt fridge and rock a almost black/purple brown colour.

One year ago I moved into the Homestead with Tegan and Nicole. Since then, they both got engaged and I have important roles to play in both of their weddings. Living with girls can be really amazing.

One month ago I knew exactly what was going on with my life. One month on.. I’m a very confused individual, and grateful for grace and the opportunity to figure myself out.

23 years ago I was inside my Mum’s tummy.. and making her fairly fat. I’ve come a long long way since then.

2 years ago I lived in a big breezey beautiful house in Bunya. I realised now what a magical place that was to live. Every now and then I dream about the wardrobe I had there and it makes me sad. Life does indeed move on though. One day I hope to be able to store my shoes like I could then.

9 months ago. I had a very different set of friends. Not that I ditched friends, but I’ve welcomed some people into my life that I hardly had any contact with, and now see on a pretty regular basis. I love old friends and new friends, but what I love SO much at the moment, is new friends who feel like old friends really quickly.

6 months ago I’m pretty sure I wasn’t a mother. I adopted a little Indian girl at some point earlier this year. And while, of course we have no biological relation to each other, and I technically am more of a “big sister” rather than a “Mumsie”, she brings light into my life like I’m sure my children will. She’s a babe and makes me feel like a babe. The ideal kind of relationship really.

I think we need to stop and reflect more. I’m going to do it all the time. Maybe even weekly.. or at least monthly. It could be time to reinstate the Monthly Summaries I used to do on this blog.

ALSO – Definitely check out Laura Hughes new blog, Love Letters to Life. I’ve been waiting in anticipation for her to start this one up and it’s lived up to the expectation.