Though, to be fair, I wouldn’t kick Chuck Bass out of bed

Relationships are complicated beasts. And by 'complicated', imagine if a Chupacabra mated with a Liger who is the half-brother of a Minotaur and the cousin of a Unicorn. Only about ten times *more* complicated. For one, you're not only dealing with the issues that you bring into the relationship – and trust me, honey, you're bringin' some – but you're also dealing with the other person's. And sometimes the other person's FORMER person's (and often, former people). It's a mashup of the ghosts of relationships past, and it ain't pretty.

And yet we continue to put ourselves through this; mainly, I suppose, because we still buy into the hope that it's worth it. That the games and the drama, however strongly avoided, will one day be a distant memory, faded by time and experience and the success when "it all works out." Maybe. We hope.

Somehow we still have to maintain a sense of humor about it all; that is, when the wounds aren't fresh and nobody's repeatedly pouring epic-sized bottles of salt into them. Relationships are funny, amusing, often hilarious entities. They keep us on our toes, and in retrospect, give us writers more material by the reality of the ridiculous situations than would months of brainstorming intricate plots. The nuance is hopefully recorded – somewhere, anywhere – and written about when some time has passed and the anger has finally started to abate. When the hurt just doesn't seem so important anymore. When we remember that each relationship we enter into is there to teach us something that we'll take into the next. 

Such as: listening to yourself, and your concerns, and not letting your friends talk you into a relationship.
Such as: trusting your intuition.
Such as: realizing that if you're choose to watch Gossip Girl over making out with your new beau, you've got a much bigger problem than trying to decide who's hotter: Chuck Bass or Nate Archibold.

Because really, we all know it's Nate, hands down.

Clean-shaven for Obama

My friend Ryan is a huge Obama supporter. So much, in fact, that he offered to shave his (in my opinion, child-molester-y) mustache as long as he got $2000 in donations for Obama. Since I adore his clean-shavenness, I immediately gave $25, and have suggested that others did the same.

Ryan recently met his goal, and – as I can personally attest to – is not one to ever Welsh on a bet. Alas, MustachesforVictory was victorious…let’s hope that tomorrow evening we can celebrate yet ANOTHER victory.

Don’t forget to vote tomorrow, and GO OBAMA!

Mustaches for Victory, the Payoff! from Ryan Tomorrow on Vimeo.

VOTE. (Oh, and watch hot people urge you to do so in their underwear.)

Seven days.

In seven short days, we’ll be electing our next President. By now, I’m sure you’re well aware of the importance of this election, and regardless of your political views (clearly, you already know mine), making your voice heard by voting is important. No, it’s more than important, it’s imperative.

In a lot of states (California, Georgia, and North Carolina, to name three that I’ve called home in the past), you can vote early. I’ve already done it, just in case I had to head out of town that day. Or in case the lines were too long. Or the machines were broken. Regardless, I’ve cast my vote (GO OBAMA!) and strongly urge you to do so as well, either sometime leading up to the election or on next Tuesday, November 4th.  That’s what the video above – coming from my brilliant and talented and, ok, super fucking hot friend Andrew Bancroft & his pals – is urging you to do. I can just remind you with my words, but they are upping the ante and providing you with an even bigger incentive: checking them out in their skivvies. You won’t be sorry to watch it, nor will you be sorry when you put on that "I Voted" sticker.

VOTE.