
Dear Ryan Gosling,
I would really appreciate it if you listened to what Nicolas Winding Refn, the director for the upcoming Only God Forgives, is trying to say to you. It sounds like his theory on sex and violence might actually be interesting and helpful for your role—except for the fact that you keep doing an adorable slow burn straight at the camera and I can't help but fall into your beautiful eyes, and... and... and... and... oh christ. What was I saying?
I got lots and lots of wedding advice from readers of my hilarious article The Hitching Post and its Blogtown predecessors. Thanks to everybody who commented, e-mailed me, tried to sell me their wedding venue on Twitter, and talked about me on the Portland Weddings Facebook Group.
I've decided I'm going to take ALL OF THE ADVICE. It's the only fair thing to do, loyal readers. Here are just some of the great ideas you've had for me:
[1] Pay for it myself. Several people were upset that our parents are paying for our wedding. You guys are totally right. I'm going to tell my future father in law to shove his generosity just so nobody thinks less of me.
[2] Hire a wedding planner. Thanks for the suggestion, wedding planners!
[3] Stay away from wedding planners. Everybody who isn't a wedding planner agrees, they're not necessary.
[4] Elope. It's the only way I can guarantee no wedding planners will get near me.
[5] Taste way more cakes. Thanks for the suggestion, bakers!
[6] Make my own cake. Thanks for the suggestion, Betty Crocker!
[7] Have Voodoo doughnuts or pie instead of cake. Thanks for the suggestion, people with terrible taste in dessert!
[8] Skip the cake entirely. Everybody has an opinion about the cake, including the woman who said nobody cares about the cake. So the only thing to do is skip it entirely.
[9] Not get married at all. Thanks for the suggestion, single/divorced people!
[10] Invite one lucky Blogtown reader to my wedding. Email a picture of your butt (or somebody else's butt) to editor Wm. Steven Humphrey right here and he'll pick his favorite one. If you don't hear back right away, send him another picture of a butt.
[11] Have a good time and don't listen to anybody. I think this one's a paradox, but it was the most popular suggestion so I'll try to take that one while still doing all the others.
Any more ideas? Post them in the comments along with a picture of a butt.
UGGGHHNNN!! Thursdays! Amirite? Look... but all you have to do is get through the rest of the day, and then it's T... G... I... F!! So here's a motivational video to assist you in pushing through your insanely tedious Thursday—because after all, at least you're not harvesting Asiatic clams.
I was told by several people that my fiancee and I should create a mood board for our upcoming wedding. We should find inspiration for decorating our ceremony and our reception, they said. Try Pinterest, they said. You'll love it, they said.
They were wrong.
Pinterest is the social network that allows women to share recipes they haven't cooked and look at pictures of weddings they weren't invited to. The wedding posts share a common aesthetic (a sea of mason jars, chalk boards, and paper lanterns) and a general agreement that you are nothing unless you're married (mixed in with the photos of mason jars is advice on keeping your house cleaned, making your husband happy, and how you're a valuable human now that you're a Mrs instead of a miss).
Most people seem to be planning weddings that aren't even scheduled yet. Comments and board titles are frequently of the "Someday <3" variety. A note to ladies: if you like pinning photos of weddings and you're not planning a wedding, you need to hide that shit like a porno collection. I speak for all men here (I asked, they said it was fine) when I say THAT IS SO CREEPY. You're not interested in a wedding that reflects a mutual style? Guys are just plug-and-play? "Someday my prince will come." Yeah, and when he meets you, hopefully he won't notice how long you've spent planning his future before you met him.
Even more interesting, I found several posts from women who were already married. "I know I'm married but I love these dresses so much." Title that board "Someday my prince will leave."
Similar to the pinning recipes, these fantasy brides seem overly optimistic about their own craftiness. "20 simple wedding ideas you can make from recycled soda cans, paint, a tree trunk, a table saw, Elmer's glue, a bolt of fabric, and a kiln." I hope the generic prince you're going to snag has some woodworking tools, because people who spend all day on the Internet do not make things.
Weddings are difficult enough. I don't want to have single women pressuring me to work harder on making my own modern/classic/retro centerpieces from things lying around my house. That isn't going to make me a whole person; the only thing that can is going from a Mr. to a Mr.
We're under budget on our Save The Dates. That's good news. We're spending money on pre-invitations to warn people that the real invitations are coming. That's dumb.
Save The Dates (STDs) are necessary because it would be ghastly to get invited to an event without being forewarned about the invitation's arrival. We spent about $200 on them including paper, printing, photos, envelopes, and postage. It's not a bad deal as far as STDs go, but couldn't we just send an eVite and then use that $200 to make it rain during the first dance?
Much dumber are chair covers. They're white cloth and ribbon combos that you put over your chairs because it would be GHASTLY to have people sit on uncovered chairs. They run between $1.50 and $5/chair cover (To rent! You don't even get to keep them in case you have another stupid wedding later). We will not be renting chair covers because my fiancee saw this picture of them and decided she didn't like them:
Cake toppers are those little plastic people you put on top of the wedding cake to remind people they're at a wedding. Because a wedding cake without action figures would be ghastly.
These are shockingly expensive ($50 for basic ones and they go [way] up from there) and for many couples, another chance to make a horrible decision. For example, this topper which I was told is a best seller.
We're still undecided about a cake topper, but I'm lobbying for this one because there aren't enough mermice in the world.
So, I'm kind of having a problem this week. As you know we published this guy on our cover this week:

The issue is currently sitting on my desk, and every time I look up at him, I kind of sigh, and get distracted, and have to shake my head until I can refocus on what I'm actually supposed to be doing. Guys! I THINK I HAVE A CRUSH! And because I don't know what to do about it, I did the smartest possible thing: I asked TV's Amy Poehler and her fantastic advice giving video segment for teens "Ask Amy."
Here's what I wrote:
I really like this guy. We have a lot in common, but I don't think he knows about my feelings. I'm sort of shy, but I want to be with him. What do I do?
And here's her response.
THANK YOU, AMY!!!! As always you are always right... and Pavel? I really, really like you! (Wait. He only speaks RUSSIAN? Goddammit.)
That's how Andrew Sullivan characterizes the "scholarly study by Dorothy Gambrell of the 'missed connections' section of Craigslist. This is where you thought you saw your future spouse or date or hook-up, state by state."

I understand Sullivan's use of the adjective "sad," but for me, the primary effect is fascination. Take Oregon, for example. Does this mean the bus holds the most horny/amorous folks, or that the bus holds the most horny/amorous folks who are too wussy to chat up their potential love objects and thus must rely on after-the-fact approaches liked Missed Connections?
"California is an actual self-parody (as is Nevada)," notes Sullivan. "But the saddest state of all has to be Indiana. There, the majority of 'missed connections' were 'at home.'"
Sadly fascinating!
Well, how am I supposed to know? GO AND CHECK FOR YOURSELF! Here are but a few....







C'mon! You know you got one! GO LOOK.
Every year, our office celebrates Valentine's Day with a cookie contest. We're given a ton of heart-shaped plain cookies, some different colors of icing and supplies, at which point we decorate the shit out of some cookies. Then we see who's the best. Then the winner is a complete bragging jackass about it throughout the year. (Me.)
Anyway, since no one will allow me to be the sole judge and winner anymore, we've decided to let the nearly always wrong readers of Blogtown have the final decision. We've narrowed it down to the top seven cookies, which are pictured after the jump. Take a look at them, and then vote! (And as always, feel free to shit talk the cookies in the comments.) Good luck to all cookies, and may the odds be ever in your favor!
If you screwed the pooch on valentine's day, didn't get anything for your S.O. even though you think they got something for you, here is your last-ditch, email-able solution: Glenn Danzig valentines. Because he loves kittehs, "Hybrid Moments" is the best love song that you can't make out all the lyrics to, and because if you don't tell him you love him today he will hack the heads of little girls and hang them on his wall, and you don't want to live with any more guilt in the head-hacking department.

I know the words "cake tasting" sound like the making for a perfect day, but the truth is a bit fuzzier. It's not all buttercreams and smiles. First, there is very little cake present at a cake tasting; I did three tastings in four hours last weekend and I didn't get a half a piece of cake over the whole thing. What there is lots of is pictures of other people's cakes. It's like somebody printed out a corner of Pinterest for you to browse. Second of all, they're not always free. $25 gets you the same two bites of cake as the free tastes give even though you could order 4 full pieces of the same cake from the same bakery for that price. 3rd, red velvet is a lie. It's just chocolate cake with red food coloring.
You also won't be tasting what you're actually buying. Everybody lets you sample little plugs of cake which don't give you a very good idea of how dry your actual cake will be, aren't in the same ratio of cake to filling (which is so crucial), and don't come with the gelatin-and-sugar-paste covering that you might be encouraged to cover your cake in that will cost you an extra $300 and your guests will pull off and throw away.

And let's talk price. $500 seems like a ton of money for a cake, but what is cake for 100 supposed to cost? I have no idea. It retails for $5 or $6/slice in most bakeries, so that's not a crazy amount of money. That's the whole game of the wedding business; how are you supposed to budget for things that you couldn't possibly have a cost reference for? Quick, name a fair price for renting chair covers. The only things I've ever rented before are an apartment and an economy car. I have no frame of reference for rentals.
But back to cake. We tasted three price ranges in a row, $300, $600, and $900. Maybe I should have seen this coming, but the prices didn't seem to correlate to... anything. Some people are very concerned with taste, but the more money you spend the less that matters. $300 will feed 100 people a great cake. $600 will get you more interesting flavors and fancier design but it's still mostly butter and sugar. $1,000 will get you the most beautiful cardboard you've ever eaten.
The more the cake costs, the less is included, too. A $300 cake comes with delivery, but a $900 cake doesn't. That's $50. A $600 cake will also cost $25 to rent a cake stand (what's the cake stand market like these days? Should I rent or buy?). If you provide your own flowers, the top two will still charge you $25 to stick them on the cake, a service the $300 bakery is happy to provide for the reasonable price of free.
Clearly $300 seems like a better deal. I love good design and artistry, but I love $900 even more. And if for some reason the cake isn't great, the guests will just have to console themselves with really comfortable chair covers.
Still looking for the perfect V-day gift for the scarred woman in your life? Check out this Funny of Die vid in which Top Chef's Padma Lakshmi, comedian/actor Brian Huskey (Children's Hospital), and Padma Laksmi's arm scar attempt to sell you the latest in romantic scar-flaunting fashions! Because... VALENTINE'S DAY! And... SCAR!
In honor of the holiday created by Parks and Rec's Leslie Knope, Bitch Media (oh hai Sarah Mirk) commissioned Portland artist Natalie Nourigat to create a line of Galentine's Day cards, all about "ladies celebrating their strong independent selves."

They're pretty adorable. Click over to see some more, and think nice things about the ladies in your life.
In somewhat related news, I have been re-watching Undeclared on Netflix—not only is it still a fantastic show, but I forgot that Amy Poehnler makes an appearance as a creepy, sexually aggressive dorm mom. Good stuff.

Wild at Heart in 35mm
Hollywood Theatre, 4122 NE Sandy, Thurs Feb. 14, 8 pm
tix: $7 for show, $25 for date package (tix, bottle of champs, box o' chocolates)
* Disclaimer: The chances of a rollicking bedroom romp greatly decrease the more you look at Willem Dafoe's yuck mouth.
Last chance for your FREE Mercury valentine to make the print edition, guys! We're shutting it down at 3 pm! (Though if you submit after that and into next week? You'll still make the online edition. THAT'S HOW MUCH WE LOVE "LOVE"!)

You heard right! Deadline to submit your FREE Mercury reader valentine is THIS FRIDAY. Do you love your loved one or not?!?

The Mercury loves “love!” That’s why every year we devote pages and pages of our Mercury Valentine Issue (coming Feb 13) to your mushy, romantic reader valentines! And yep—just like every year, it’s absolutely FREE. Here’s how it works:
• Click on the READER VALENTINES banner on the front page of portlandmercury.com or Blogtown (or click here if you insist)!
• In the submission box, compose the most romantic, heartfelt note ever written in the history of humankind.
• Enter your shmoopy-woopy’s email address. We’ll let him/her know he/she can expect a valentine in the paper!
• Click “submit” and VOILA! Your valentine will be printed in the February 13 Mercury Reader Valentine’s issue!
• He/she will read it… you’ll get muchos smoochos!
HOWEVER! You need to move fast! We’re only able to put the first 1,500 lovenotes in the paper (though we will print them all online). So HURRY! The valentine deadline for our print edition is FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 8!
Show the world how much you adore your boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/hubby/grandma/fuck buddy or pet! Submit a Mercury Reader Valentine right here—for FREE!

The Mercury loves “love!” That’s why every year we devote pages and pages of our Mercury Valentine Issue (coming Feb 13) to your mushy, romantic reader valentines! And yep—just like every year, it’s absolutely FREE. Here’s how it works:
• Click on the READER VALENTINES banner on the front page of portlandmercury.com or Blogtown (or click here if you insist)!
• In the submission box, compose the most romantic, heartfelt note ever written in the history of humankind.
• Enter your shmoopy-woopy’s email address. We’ll let him/her know he/she can expect a valentine in the paper!
• Click “submit” and VOILA! Your valentine will be printed in the February 13 Mercury Reader Valentine’s issue!
• He/she will read it… you’ll get muchos smoochos!
HOWEVER! You need to move fast! We’re only able to put the first 1,500 lovenotes in the paper (though we will print them all online). So HURRY! The valentine deadline for our print edition is FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 8!
Show the world how much you adore your boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/hubby/grandma/fuck buddy or pet! Submit a Mercury Reader Valentine right here—for FREE!

The Mercury loves “love!” That’s why every year we devote pages and pages of our Mercury Valentine Issue (coming Feb 13) to your mushy, romantic reader valentines! And yep—just like every year, it’s absolutely FREE. Here’s how it works:
• Click on the READER VALENTINES banner on the front page of portlandmercury.com or Blogtown (or click here if you insist)!
• In the submission box, compose the most romantic, heartfelt note ever written in the history of humankind.
• Enter your shmoopy-woopy’s email address. We’ll let him/her know he/she can expect a valentine in the paper!
• Click “submit” and VOILA! Your valentine will be printed in the February 13 Mercury Reader Valentine’s issue!
• He/she will read it… you’ll get muchos smoochos!
HOWEVER! You need to move fast! We’re only able to put the first 1,500 lovenotes in the paper (though we will print them all online). So HURRY! The valentine deadline for our print edition is FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 8!
Show the world how much you adore your boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/hubby/grandma/fuck buddy or pet! Submit a Mercury Reader Valentine right here—for FREE!


Taco the Town delivers tacos by bicycle, to your mouth. $2 tacos. $10 minimum, delivered Thurs-Sat 5 pm-10 pm.
I feel like I SHOULD make fun of this because bikes but I CAN'T!
Sorry, everybody else in the world who gives advice—BUT IT'S TRUE. Amy Poehler hosts the best Golden Globes and she gives the best advice, just like in this episode of Ask Amy in which she discusses negativity. While she may be addressing this to teenage girls, YOU want and need to hear this. (If nothing else, listen from the 2 minute mark until the end.) YAYYYYYYYYYY AMY!!!! Tell me how to do everything!!
I'm on hiatus while working on a manuscript for a new book. In the meantime, please enjoy these classic Savage Love letters pulled from previous columns. I will be back when the book is finished. —Dan
Originally published January 3, 2008:
I realize Savage Love is a sex-advice column (as evidenced by much vulgar language), but I'm going to ask anyway.
(1) What is your definition of love?
(2) How do you know if you're in "love"?
(3) How do you know if they're the "one"?
Anonymous
My response after the jump...
Hundreds welcome newly married same-sex couples in Seattle yesterday.
Contrary to popular belief, I have nothing against "love"—in fact, I make it all the time! Kaaaaaaaa-ZING-A-LING-A-LING! But seriously. In this video a news anchor lures his girlfriend onto his show under false pretenses and then proposes to her on-air. Think that sounds awkward? OMIGOD, you don't know the half of it. At the mid-point I was saying aloud, "No... no... no..." and by the three-quarter mark I was saying, "NONONONONONONOOOOOOOOOO!!!" And then at the end I was howling with laughter, because this guy comes off as a dick.
HOWEVER! Maybe I just hate true love because I'm (as you know) a somewhat terrible person. YOU BE THE JUDGE!
Gahahaha! The Oregon Zoo's baby elephant is one day old in this video. I also want to note that today I learned the name of the father elephant: TUSKO.
| Most Popular | I, Anonymous | Best of the Merc |
|---|---|---|
| ||