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[15 Apr 2011|10:26pm]
Date A Girl Who Reads
by Rosemarie Urquico

(In Response to Charles Warnke’s You Should Date An Illiterate Girl.)

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
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Stay tuned! [21 Dec 2010|03:51pm]
A significant entry is coming soon!!
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[06 Oct 2010|12:39am]
Today a boy winked at me and another one spent all of math class flirting with me. I've always said I'm my prettiest when I'm distraught.
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[01 Oct 2010|04:10pm]
I am very American in that when I am very upset I go shopping. I am very un-American in that when I am very upset and go shopping, I almost never buy anything, even if it is a thing I need.
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[11 Aug 2010|10:21am]
Last year it was a guy in Russia with a pine tree in his lung. This time, it's a pea plant.

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[05 May 2010|10:35pm]
Tumblr Plug pt. II. An editorial on bringing fresh fruit to poor areas. If anyone has a Tumblr and I've not already added you, or you me, and you want to, do it up!
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[18 Mar 2010|03:03pm]
Tumblr plug. Specifically a ranty feminist piece I surprised myself by writing since I don't usually feel this strongly about other people's opinions.
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[17 Mar 2010|11:38am]
I'm staying with relatives who keep Fox News on a near 24 hour stream. Fox News was just reporting the escape of an inmate from a South Florida maximum security prison, and they then put up an image of Charles Manson before cutting to commercial. My relatives and I looked at each other, all amazed, when Fox News comes back on we're all glued to it for details. "We apologize, this is who really escaped. *details*" That's a pretty serious mistake, Fox News. Also a funny one.
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[02 Mar 2010|03:34pm]
I lovelovelove design. I love colors and aesthetics and making ordinary things beautiful. But I am a poor photographer and graphic designer. Those can be learned, though. And unfortunately there is no real market for interior decorators or stylists in this economy. But I can do those things for myself. What do you think, Darlings? Potential suitable career choices down the line if Folklife and Education don't work out? Would you let me dress you/your home?
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Links I think are important [17 Feb 2010|04:44pm]
100 Skills Everyone Should Master
Natural Resources Defense Center They have a great feature where you can enter your state/season and find out what's in season at that point in the year. Or, even the entire food year.

My Summertime roadtrip is still on, for those interested. I'm just a little slow updating that blog.
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[07 Feb 2010|07:01pm]
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[05 Feb 2010|12:17am]
Brian just told me that he misses his, "angry little pillow." (referring to me)

I don't know if I should find this endearing or not.

EDIT: For reference as to what I envision an angry pillow as, see this link. Yes, I own this shirt.

EDITx2: I feel like I would be this angry pillow, though.
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Something that makes me genuinely happy. [02 Feb 2010|11:09pm]
I love seeing people who I love be in love.
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My future children shall be [27 Jan 2010|11:56pm]
"A forest's son, a river's daughter."
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[25 Jan 2010|01:24pm]
If I don't go to China in April, I think I will go to Coachella. After the plane, though, I need to find a way there. I'm not yet old enough to rent a car. And it would be lonely, I feel like -- at least for the first few hours.

Also, puppies.♥
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[22 Jan 2010|03:08pm]
Excessive TV watching shortens your life.
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[08 Jan 2010|11:39pm]
Hey Friends:

Brian and I are planning a road trip! We're super excited, and have created a blog outlining our plans and a ton of other stuff. You can find it here. Excited as we are and planned as we prepare to be, we need your help! It would mean a lot to me if you'd take a look, friend the blog and give us whatever kind of help you can. Thanks so much, Darlings.

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Story of my life. [07 Jan 2010|01:11am]
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[04 Jan 2010|01:13am]
I just watched possibly the most sad film I have ever seen. It's in Hebrew; it's called (in English) "My Father My Lord" and it is beautiful but more so heartbreaking and sad. I can't even speak about it right now.
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"This motherfucker is for Snooki. She took that punch in the face like a champ." - Geoff Rickly [31 Dec 2009|07:44pm]
I was all set to do a meme or two, have a full beautiful poetic entry about the end of another year and new beginnings and what the hell ever. But based on even the last few hours (I am writing this on my laptop with a freshly wine-damaged screen) all I fucking have to say is Good Riddance, 2009. Good Fucking Riddance.

For all of you readers out there, May this coming year be as good to you as you have been to me. I mean that sincerely in all possible ways.
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