The guilty pleasures of teh internets

I have a great fondness for the unintentionally hilarious on teh internets because it gives me great material with which to work. In fact, were it not for the collection of essays I wrote on America’s Worst Motherâ„¢, Meghan Cox Gurdon, I couldn’t have aced William Vollman out of that MacArthur Fellowship and now who’s sitting knee-deep in $500K worth of CornNuts®, eh Bill. Hunh? Hunh?


Anyway…where was I?

Oh yeah, teh funny.

While looking for the hippie picture below, I stumbled upon this post that I had to read several times because I really wasn’t sure if it was a parody or not. It’s not and that is what makes it so darn good. Here it is in all of it’s original glory:

If I could have dated an album, I would have been going steady with Coldplay’s Parachutes

ERICA: Greg and I went to see Coldplay this weekend and I cried. It was an eighth grade, passing notes in class, TLF kind of moment, but I cried nonetheless.

Five years ago I moved here to NYC from LA and made my way to the east coast with two friends on a crazy cross country trip. We brought a ton of music with us, but wound up basically listening to Coldplay’s Parachutes album on a constant loop for six days. Some people get super duper sick of an album after that much listening, but I swear if I could have dated an album, Coldplay and I would have been going steady for shizzle. I spent the next six months trying to find a job, an apartment and some friends…and the whole time I continued listening to Coldplay like it was my mission in life. As silly as I feel admitting this, Coldplay sort of got me through it all.

I had a really magical moment at the meadowlands this weekend. The band started to play one of my favorite songs from that first album, and it just hit me all at once: How all of the things I was looking for 5 years ago have managed to find their way to me in spades…every single one of them.

Dear God or whoever you are,
Thanks for reminding me that all of this wedding planning BS is about a 10 on a scale of 1-10 of things that are pretty unimportant in life. And also for reminding me how lucky I am to have a wonderful family, a whole new career and to have found such a groovy guy and a cute puppy dog.

Rock on,

Apparently this is the work of the former Erica Goldstein, now Mrs.Erica Goldstein Reitman. And if she were still blogging, I would probably make her my new Megan Cox Gurdon because it appears that we were meant to be together. For shizzle.

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