<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809</id><updated>2012-01-28T14:21:08.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walk of Shame</title><subtitle type='html'>Reporter Sonya Sorich's tips on nightlife and dating</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2557</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-7478673397697554826</id><published>2012-01-27T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:29:52.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cook for me, honey</title><content type='html'>I'm in love with an arugula-obsessed mystery man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've long fantasized about finding a partner with an affinity for gourmet cooking. My expectations are probably unrealistic. I hint at dishes that require elaborate preparation and ingredients not available on the local supermarket scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fantasy becomes a problem when reality hits. And by "reality," I mean the fact that my boyfriend's cooking repertoire generally consists of Hamburger Helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to Thursday night. I worked until 7:30 p.m. and had to do some &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/americanidol/"&gt;"American Idol"&lt;/a&gt; blogging at 8 p.m. Dinner plans were nonexistent. I threw a minor hissy fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend offered to make me Hamburger Helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have at least one specialty dish in your arsenal of talents. Need help? There are still a few spots left in &lt;a href="http://www.dinnerdivasga.com/cooking-classes/cooking-class-schedule/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner Divas'&lt;/strong&gt; Feb. 2 cooking class&lt;/a&gt;, which will teach you how to cook a romantic meal for two. The class is at 6 p.m. and cost is $30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, I shouldn't have rejected the Hamburger Helper on Thursday. After all, any offer to cook is a leap of faith. It's scary when success depends on dubious measurements and oven times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while my arugula-obsessed fantasy man might put good food on the table, he hardly promises good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass the Hamburger Helper, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-7478673397697554826?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/7478673397697554826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=7478673397697554826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7478673397697554826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7478673397697554826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2012/01/cook-for-me-please.html' title='Cook for me, honey'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2550316480237652692</id><published>2012-01-26T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T14:47:21.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long-distance marriages</title><content type='html'>Some people say that at the earliest stages of a romance, a long-distance setup can actually strengthen a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You build an identity outside your partner. You define your relationship by things other than physical pleasure. You learn the ins and outs of Skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about a long-distance marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist clicking on &lt;a href="http://www.xojane.com/relationships/why-i-moved-7-hours-away-my-husband"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;, "I moved 7 hours away from my husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short summary: The writer moved hours away from her husband to achieve her career goals. And yes, she's still married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea seemed odd at first, but then I realized I know at least three couples who have had long-distance marriages. Not to mention all my friends with military ties -- although military separations are distinctly different from the example I just described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...if you're married, would you accept a dream job seven hours away if your spouse couldn't join you on the big adventure? Would you even apply for a job seven hours away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely opposed to the idea, but I think you need to make the decision with a long-term plan in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you can't live apart forever, right? Wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2550316480237652692?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2550316480237652692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2550316480237652692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2550316480237652692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2550316480237652692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2012/01/long-distance-marriages.html' title='Long-distance marriages'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-5718550784192475627</id><published>2012-01-25T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:46:38.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewing your vows</title><content type='html'>Amid news that Seal and Heidi Klum are separating, &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/blogs/xx_factor/2012/01/24/seal_and_heidi_klum_divorce_do_vow_renewals_mean_a_marriage_is_over_.html"&gt;one writer &lt;/a&gt;asks a valid question: "&lt;a class="slb-post-title-link"&gt;Do vow renewals always mean divorce?&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is no, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't hear the phrase "vow renewal" without thinking about &lt;a href="http://vickigunvalson.com/"&gt;Vicki Gunvalson&lt;/a&gt;, a "Real Housewives of Orange County" cast member who renewed her vows in an elaborate on-camera ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after that, her marriage ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with the writer's assertion that renewing your vows can sometimes be "a last-ditch effort to save a failing relationship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it seems like the ceremonies have become much more common in recent years. I've heard of people renewing their vows after being married for less than five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a bad thing? No...unless you're renewing your vows annually, in ways that rival the fanciness of your wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case, I'd argue you're defining your relationship by ceremonies, rather than the values those ceremonies are designed to represent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about vow renewal ceremonies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-5718550784192475627?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/5718550784192475627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=5718550784192475627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5718550784192475627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5718550784192475627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2012/01/renewing-your-vows.html' title='Renewing your vows'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-1283186161143939921</id><published>2012-01-24T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:56:16.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flexible flirting</title><content type='html'>Anyone already thinking about Valentine's Day? Yeah, me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, you caught me. Of course I'm thinking about Valentine's Day. At least I'm not alone in prematurely obsessing. Some of my female &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; friends have already posted updates about their plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if those updates reflect reality or a bragging method, but still...it's time for my first Valentine's post of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your reaction to the phrase "yoga for lovers"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually a purpose behind the question. &lt;a href="http://www.artofyogacolumbusga.com/Events.html"&gt;Art of Yoga &lt;/a&gt;in Columbus will host a yoga for lovers/Valentine partner workshop on Feb. 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend an "afternoon exploring the blessings of intimacy &amp;amp; love through the practice of partner yoga &amp;amp; Thai Yoga Massage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be the most creative option, but it's certainly not the only couples-oriented activity that will surface in February. I've also heard about local cooking classes for couples and even a Valentine's relay race for couples. (I'll blog about those activities soon, I promise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in a relationship, do these ideas intrigue you? And how hard would it be to convince your partner to attend the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aforementioned&lt;/span&gt; yoga event?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-1283186161143939921?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/1283186161143939921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=1283186161143939921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1283186161143939921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1283186161143939921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2012/01/flexible-flirting.html' title='Flexible flirting'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-6134535262284112451</id><published>2012-01-23T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:14:11.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EVBsypHzF3U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's power anthem has real-life significance. I finally have an iPhone. I've spent the last few years navigating moderately old-school telephone technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old phone -- aka: Paul -- served its purpose, but it also had few features beyond its limited texting capacity. I hadn't set a date for upgrading until last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two consecutive days of phone-inspired frustration -- some of which involved my job -- I hit my breaking point. I went to the store, examined my options, exercised for an hour and returned to make my purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now exploring the new technology -- rather blindly, in fact. So if you have any tips, please send them my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-6134535262284112451?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/6134535262284112451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=6134535262284112451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6134535262284112451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6134535262284112451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2012/01/monday-power-anthem_23.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EVBsypHzF3U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-8307831452549475662</id><published>2012-01-19T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T11:54:15.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awful First Dates</title><content type='html'>My colleague &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/junkfood/"&gt;Katie &lt;/a&gt;recommended I write a blog post about &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Awful-First-Dates-Hysterical-Heartbreakingly/dp/1402259220/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325800065&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt;, "Awful First Dates: Hysterical, True, and Heartbreakingly Bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I've avoided the unbearable first dates that likely dominate this book. Sure, not every first date has been paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I can cite many memories of conversation lulls and general awkwardness, those dates also involved guys who were kind enough to buy me dinner and listen to me tell stories that were likely too long and involved for a first encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certainly exceptions...but when it comes to discussing awful dates, the responsibility often rests with two people. Even if that's hard to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weigh in: How do you define an awful first date? Does a lack of chemistry alone warrant that definition, or does the offense need to be more severe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-8307831452549475662?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/8307831452549475662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=8307831452549475662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/8307831452549475662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/8307831452549475662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2012/01/awful-first-dates.html' title='Awful First Dates'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-9216200062532398903</id><published>2012-01-18T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:47:49.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Chipotle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VB7uuSWffJA/TxceU2bc9dI/AAAAAAAAARA/qwOOXdwdefE/s1600/potleext.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699057197017527762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VB7uuSWffJA/TxceU2bc9dI/AAAAAAAAARA/qwOOXdwdefE/s320/potleext.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need evidence that you're passionate about something? Try to explain why you love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some cases, the answer will come quickly: a succinct chain of flowery nouns and adjectives. And in other cases, you'll hate yourself for being speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the latter scenario, you're really in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought crossed my mind when I embarked on a road trip Tuesday night to the grand opening of Chipotle in Auburn (346 W. Magnolia Ave., shown above). I've long praised &lt;a href="http://www.chipotle.com/en-US/Default.aspx"&gt;Chipotle &lt;/a&gt;as the "best restaurant ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I attempted to explain my stance Tuesday, I realized the memories I've associated with the restaurant over the years have had an impact that rivals its food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1yYuGdeTjg/TxceLz3WUiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dbVsmg2wBjQ/s1600/crowd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699057041710404130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y1yYuGdeTjg/TxceLz3WUiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/dbVsmg2wBjQ/s320/crowd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake: Chipotle is delicious, as illustrated by the crowd of people who attended the Auburn location Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this from outside Columbus, I'll note that I live about 45 minutes away from Auburn. I was so intent on going to the restaurant on opening night that I started my journey right after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by "right after work," I mean 8 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rain. Alone. With a poor sense of direction. And an incorrect address for the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the fact that "breaking news" happened midway through my drive and I had to stop to negotiate some Facebook posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_kMAqTT1-A/TxceA3DRZuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rkklN0rul78/s1600/burrito1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699056853587158754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5_kMAqTT1-A/TxceA3DRZuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rkklN0rul78/s320/burrito1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I arrived, navigated the crowd and got my food, it was 10 p.m. (Columbus time). I was also bringing food home for my friend and co-worker, Kara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, a trucker also honked at me (and possibly gave me the finger) for driving too slowly on the ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got home successfully. I opened my burrito (featured above...and below) and prepared to eat dinner at 11 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699056694730224546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3w633ttck90/Txcd3nQ086I/AAAAAAAAAQc/07yln9zfKfo/s320/burrito2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUM. Before long, Kara and I started our late-night dinner. Her bowl is pictured below. Once we started eating, I forgot all the drama surrounding the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, we ended up talking until nearly 1 a.m. It was one of the best conversations I've had in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the first time this has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once took a 90-minute drive with a friend solely to obtain a Chipotle burrito. I also associate the restaurant with the year my boyfriend had to go out of town on my birthday -- but returned later that night with a vegetarian burrito designed to tame my rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I came home for Christmas last year, I almost immediately ended up at a Chipotle restaurant table with my sister -- enjoying a conversation that erased the miles that normally separate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699056554858802162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JShvnRoz8ZY/TxcdveM4a_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8-BmRqE1ynE/s320/bol.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you find a place that lets you savor memories like these, you should never surrender your table. And if the food tastes good, all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chipotle serves bowls, tacos, burritos and more. Average entree price is just under $7. The Auburn location is open Monday through Sunday, 11 a.m.-10 p.m.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-9216200062532398903?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/9216200062532398903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=9216200062532398903' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/9216200062532398903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/9216200062532398903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-i-love-chipotle.html' title='Why I love Chipotle'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VB7uuSWffJA/TxceU2bc9dI/AAAAAAAAARA/qwOOXdwdefE/s72-c/potleext.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-5805647030930152734</id><published>2012-01-16T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T07:53:31.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K0K46C82v9o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's power anthem is for anyone obsessed with The Fabulous Life after watching Sunday's Golden Globes. Wait...you missed the ceremony? Conveniently, I have a handy little recap available &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2012/01/15/1894762/golden-globes-winners-2012-christopher.html#storylink=omni_popular"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, don't miss our Ledger-Enquirer Golden Globes &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2012/01/15/1894952/golden-globes-2012.html#http://media.ledger-enquirer.com/smedia/2012/01/15/23/45/878-12FJkK.St.55.jpg"&gt;photo gallery&lt;/a&gt;. I worked on it instead of watching the Kardashians Sunday night. Sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-5805647030930152734?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/5805647030930152734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=5805647030930152734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5805647030930152734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5805647030930152734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2012/01/monday-power-anthem.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K0K46C82v9o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-7480960501828524137</id><published>2012-01-12T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T15:48:17.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego marriage proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="flashObj" width="290" height="250" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=1384456881001&amp;playerID=1620628511&amp;playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAAFAsZ1c~,8MkVRvW0DmbPOn4dw4SMaHgQrVsKm43k&amp;domain=embed&amp;dynamicStreaming=true" /&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=1384456881001&amp;playerID=1620628511&amp;playerKey=AQ~~,AAAAAFAsZ1c~,8MkVRvW0DmbPOn4dw4SMaHgQrVsKm43k&amp;domain=embed&amp;dynamicStreaming=true" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="290" height="250" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" swLiveConnect="true" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ajc.com/news/a-marriage-proposal-lego-1300542.html"&gt;The Atlanta Journal-Constitution &lt;/a&gt;directed me to this awesome marriage proposal video. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-7480960501828524137?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/7480960501828524137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=7480960501828524137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7480960501828524137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7480960501828524137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2012/01/lego-marriage-proposal.html' title='Lego marriage proposal'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2880389105640119205</id><published>2012-01-11T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T14:59:05.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic getaways</title><content type='html'>Which Georgia city made &lt;a href="http://www.hotwire.com/"&gt;Hotwire's&lt;/a&gt; list of the top 10 Valentine's Day deal destinations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer is...Columbus. Kidding. OK, ready for the real answer? Savannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. &lt;a href="http://www.bizjournals.com/sanfrancisco/prnewswire/press_releases/California/2012/01/11/AQ33733"&gt;This press release &lt;/a&gt;bills it as a romantic destination, which makes me feel a little left out. After five years of living in Georgia, I haven't made a trip to Savannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even without Savannah, our state is hardly devoid of romantic getaways. For people who live in Columbus, I think the natural tendency is to enjoy a romantic weekend in Atlanta. Hardly a bad idea, considering the abundance of nice hotels and dining options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And call me crazy...but I actually think downtown LaGrange is pretty romantic. Don't believe me? Try &lt;a href="http://www.csons.net/index.php/subpage/downtown_lagrange/"&gt;this restaurant&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weigh in, readers: What are the best romantic getaways in Georgia? I'd really appreciate your feedback on this one, as I'm thinking about eventually spinning it into a longer article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Oh! One more thing! Thanks for participating in my blog challenge, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2012/01/11/1889155/taking-relationship-advice-from.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. You rule.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2880389105640119205?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2880389105640119205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2880389105640119205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2880389105640119205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2880389105640119205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2012/01/romantic-getaways.html' title='Romantic getaways'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-7171261583956609604</id><published>2012-01-10T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:44:03.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Ado About Loving</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Quick disclaimer: This blog topic seems ideal for my colleague, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/20something/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sara Pauff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, but I'm going to write a snippet anyway in hopes that she'll write a follow-up blog post or even a column. Game on!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard about &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/2012/01/08/dating_tips_from_dickens_austen_and_tolstoy/"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt;, "Much Ado About Loving"? The book basically uses literary classics to deliver relationship advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're creative enough, I think you can turn anything into a relationship manual. Trust me, I've written columns about the hidden romantic undertones in Easter candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I remember reflecting on modern relationships while taking a Jane Austen course in college. The tendency isn't too surprising. After all, that's often one of the signs of a good book: lessons that transcend time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you used any literary classics as relationship manuals? Do you have a dream partner from a Jane Austen novel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take it from here, Sara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-7171261583956609604?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/7171261583956609604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=7171261583956609604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7171261583956609604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7171261583956609604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2012/01/much-ado-about-loving.html' title='Much Ado About Loving'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-1632513814035397745</id><published>2012-01-09T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T07:58:05.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anatomy of a half marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DT2WqXvjpkA/TwsNxj4qoSI/AAAAAAAAAQE/w3JW63uLu0k/s1600/half1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695661298837791010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DT2WqXvjpkA/TwsNxj4qoSI/AAAAAAAAAQE/w3JW63uLu0k/s320/half1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMGPsr1wtPc/TwsNlwMKjVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GHezLhGYuu8/s1600/half2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695661095982370130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMGPsr1wtPc/TwsNlwMKjVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/GHezLhGYuu8/s320/half2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today is my birthday! Yes, I'm turning the big 3-0. No major meltdowns yet, so I guess I'm on the right track for success. Or extreme denial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, in an attempt to show myself that 30 doesn't = dead, I participated in Saturday's &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2012/01/07/1884477/spotted-at-the-2012-red-nose-half.html#http://media.ledger-enquirer.com/smedia/2012/01/07/15/49/ybwHg.St.70.jpg"&gt;Red Nose Half Marathon.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still not sure if it was the best idea. Fun fact: I hadn't done a long distance since Thanksgiving morning, when I ran 10 miles. I quickly became aware of that fact during Saturday's race. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still finished the Red Nose run, thanks largely to the fact that my boyfriend came to cheer me on during the last mile. He also took the very flattering pictures that accompany this blog post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So even if being 30 means I'm old, I can at least still run 13 miles. OK, I technically did that when I was 29. But whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-1632513814035397745?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/1632513814035397745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=1632513814035397745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1632513814035397745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1632513814035397745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2012/01/anatomy-of-half-marathon.html' title='Anatomy of a half marathon'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DT2WqXvjpkA/TwsNxj4qoSI/AAAAAAAAAQE/w3JW63uLu0k/s72-c/half1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-3839334170010322376</id><published>2012-01-05T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:17:42.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man-children</title><content type='html'>I'm familiar with the phrase "man-child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say it often in my relationship -- half out of humor, and half out of genuine concern. I don't know if my boyfriend's obsession with computer games and mac and cheese is endearing or alarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I clicked on &lt;a href="http://www.good.is/post/dealbreaker-he-s-a-man-child/"&gt;this essay&lt;/a&gt;: "Dealbreaker: He's a man-child." An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In movies, the man-child has Looney Tunes bedsheets, an action figure collection, and gets haircuts from his mom; a slightly more advanced version smokes a lot of weed and snickers at the word “nipples.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In films, the solution to the man-child problem is to pair him with an uptight wet blanket who nags him until he “mans up,” gets a makeover, and marries her. I wasn’t interested in being that type of female lead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stance is fine, assuming you're able to differentiate between qualities that define a man-child and qualities that simply define a man. Does an obsession with video games alone mean someone's unprepared for fatherhood? Not necessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I probably wouldn't lose any sleep if my boyfriend abandoned his fascination with "Skyrim." (That's a game.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I worry that in throwing around terms like "man-child," we're seeking a level of maturity that's not only unattainable, but also kind of boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-3839334170010322376?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/3839334170010322376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=3839334170010322376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3839334170010322376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3839334170010322376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2012/01/man-children.html' title='Man-children'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2368345551478258286</id><published>2012-01-04T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:36:11.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUV in the ATL</title><content type='html'>Maybe you heard Atlanta &lt;a href="http://blogs.ajc.com/misadventures-in-atlanta/2012/01/04/best-city-to-find-a-date/?cxntfid=blogs_misadventures_in_atlanta"&gt;topped another list of best cities to find a date&lt;/a&gt;. Congratulations! Phenix City was No. 2. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask a question I've asked in the past: Is it "worth it" to drive from Columbus to Atlanta just to look for love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea isn't outlandish. People maintain cross-country romances all the time, so 90-minute trips to see your significant other might seem like a piece of cake. Heck, you could even see your partner multiple times during an average week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, the setup isn't exactly ideal. And while some people thrive in Atlanta's packed dance clubs, other daters would rather test pickup lines when they have the home court advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2368345551478258286?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2368345551478258286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2368345551478258286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2368345551478258286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2368345551478258286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2012/01/luv-in-atl.html' title='LUV in the ATL'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-3992418920382832383</id><published>2012-01-03T15:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T16:12:50.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The gym isn't a meet market</title><content type='html'>Amid all the buzz about New Year's resolutions, I wrote &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2012/01/03/1878878/etiquette-advice-for-gym-newbies.html"&gt;this column &lt;/a&gt;reminding people of basic gym etiquette. Read it and obey, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to space constraints, I didn't address the topic of the gym as a potential meet market. My simple advice on looking for love at the gym? Don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know there are exceptions. In fact, I've enjoyed many casual conversations with strangers at the gym. Yet as a general rule, I regard gym time as alone time...even if I'm in a group fitness class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's a slightly unreasonable goal. But I've managed to keep the gym a peaceful sanctuary where I somehow forget about my most demanding stress factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep it that way. And no, your treadmill grunting isn't sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-3992418920382832383?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/3992418920382832383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=3992418920382832383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3992418920382832383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3992418920382832383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2012/01/gym-isnt-meet-market.html' title='The gym isn&apos;t a meet market'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-7979429461691840185</id><published>2011-12-30T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T08:39:02.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing advice from the Internet</title><content type='html'>In honor of the highly anticipated midnight kiss on New Year's Eve, I scoured the Internet for the best kissing advice online. Not like I need it or anything. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the highlights of my search?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Kiss"&gt;One guide &lt;/a&gt;offers a 22-step process on how to kiss. Really?!? I had no idea it was that complicated. At the same time, I wish this guide would've been around when my adolescent self was reading Judy Blume books for relationship tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of adolescent awkwardness, I also Googled "how to kiss with braces" and found lots of helpful manuals, including &lt;a href="http://www.mademan.com/mm/how-kiss-braces.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;. I revisited plenty of teen nightmares upon finding &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_7738242_kiss-braces-whithout-getting-stuck.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;: how to kiss someone with braces without getting stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's one just for you, guys...assuming you can handle the truth. Click &lt;a href="http://www.askmen.com/top_10/dating/5_dating_list.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;for the top 10 signs you're a bad kisser. Don't worry, there's always time to improve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-7979429461691840185?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/7979429461691840185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=7979429461691840185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7979429461691840185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7979429461691840185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/12/kissing-advice-from-internet.html' title='Kissing advice from the Internet'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2145018357243223316</id><published>2011-12-29T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:36:06.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking down the aisle</title><content type='html'>Among the holiday traditions I witnessed when I was home for Christmas: my dad making multiple trips to the grocery store, trying to decipher long lists of ingredients my mom needed for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of memories involving my dad and grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite is a Sunday routine I had during childhood. My dad and I would wake up early and attend 7:30 a.m. Mass together, then hit the supermarket and buy a week's worth of dinner materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's involvement in weekly shopping hardly seemed progressive at the time, but &lt;a href="http://www.chicagotribune.com/business/ct-biz-1227-outlook-grocery-20111227,0,1110766,full.story"&gt;this article &lt;/a&gt;made me rethink that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headline: "More men taking the reins of the cart." Here's an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Experts say the trend has been building slowly for decades. But the recession hit men disproportionately with layoffs and left many of them home to manage the household.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The nation's biggest food and personal-products manufacturers are taking notice, attempting to market products and adjust store layouts to cater to men. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a paradigm shift for the $560 billion retail food industry that has patently referred to the primary customer as "she," focusing marketing and advertising firepower on women, and mothers in particular — sometimes making fun of dads in the process.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, right? In your relationship, is grocery shopping a distinctly "male" or "female" task -- or do you share the shopping duties?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2145018357243223316?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2145018357243223316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2145018357243223316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2145018357243223316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2145018357243223316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/12/walking-down-aisle.html' title='Walking down the aisle'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-3866379647686412631</id><published>2011-12-28T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:35:57.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution Generator</title><content type='html'>And...I'm back! Sorry for the brief absence -- I wanted to unplug for a few days so I could enjoy some quality time with my family. That's right, folks. I went home for Christmas for the first time in five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd forgotten how much I missed our holiday traditions. I've always had somewhere to go on Dec. 25, but there really is no place like home for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...who's excited for New Year's Eve? I compiled a pretty thorough list of local bar parties, which will run in Thursday's To Do section. I'll post a link on the blog Thursday, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from champagne and glitter, this week generates discussions of New Year's resolutions. My colleague Sara Pauff has done a great job with her &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/12/27/1871787/is-letting-your-loved-ones-make.html"&gt;series&lt;/a&gt; on the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another tool to help craft your 2012 goals: an online &lt;a href="http://www.moninavelarde.com/newyears/"&gt;New Year's Resolution Generator&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, it does all the work for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried it, and my first automatically generated resolution was to watch the sunrise in 2012. Yeah, probably not gonna happen unless I'm on an early morning run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolution No. 2: "Be a rockstar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's more like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-3866379647686412631?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/3866379647686412631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=3866379647686412631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3866379647686412631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3866379647686412631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-resolution-generator.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution Generator'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-4728532492028281130</id><published>2011-12-21T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T00:00:13.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking with Mom and Dad</title><content type='html'>Happy holidays! Since many of you are likely heading home for Christmas, I figured this was a good time to offer some words of caution about drinking with Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people stay away from the actively entirely. Others embrace it, savoring a chance to view Mom and Dad as equals amid a backdrop of poor karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me? I'm somewhere in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had cocktails with my parents, but never to the point of "I'm so drunk, I can't believe I just said that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cool as it is to shatter the barriers of authority, I'm old school in my perceptions of parental units. I want them to be parents, not friends. I don't necessarily want to hear their stories of failed romantic flings and/or previous drunken escapades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, take Mom to the bar. But limit your fun...and pick up her tab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-4728532492028281130?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/4728532492028281130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=4728532492028281130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/4728532492028281130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/4728532492028281130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/12/drinking-with-mom-and-dad.html' title='Drinking with Mom and Dad'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-6491208777358906828</id><published>2011-12-20T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T11:39:51.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paws amid Christmas stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bLZRHMCfBg/TvDkAcva_SI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UacBIO3yTHA/s1600/bailey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688297025735163170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bLZRHMCfBg/TvDkAcva_SI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UacBIO3yTHA/s320/bailey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm definitely feeling the stress of the pre-Christmas rush. Please forgive me for not writing a longer post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I'll leave you with this photo of my dog in her Christmas dress. Yes, I am "that girl."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you're having a great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-6491208777358906828?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/6491208777358906828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=6491208777358906828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6491208777358906828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6491208777358906828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/12/paws-amid-christmas-stress.html' title='Paws amid Christmas stress'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2bLZRHMCfBg/TvDkAcva_SI/AAAAAAAAAPs/UacBIO3yTHA/s72-c/bailey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-6410281590257795452</id><published>2011-12-19T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:15:01.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wrvebqA8xdM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll either love or hate me for picking this song. Hopefully "love" is the correct answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're having a great week and handling the stress of Christmas crunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath and try to have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-6410281590257795452?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/6410281590257795452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=6410281590257795452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6410281590257795452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6410281590257795452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/12/monday-power-anthem_19.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wrvebqA8xdM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-6144122648685640971</id><published>2011-12-16T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T11:41:30.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating a journalist</title><content type='html'>Props to my local media friend &lt;a href="http://www2.wrbl.com/staff/34362/"&gt;Sarah Panko &lt;/a&gt;for directing me to &lt;a href="http://www.rockmycar.net/2007/05/10/5-things-you-should-know-before-dating-a-journalist/"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;, "5 things you should know before dating a journalist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post has attracted 350 comments, many of which center on a debate over whether "towards" is a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it...and while I hate to say it, I agree with the warnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite is No. 2: "At some point, you will be a topic." Everyone I've dated -- even a single date -- has been inspiration for one of my columns or blog posts. Go ahead, call me the Taylor Swift of journalism. No, really. Do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fortunate in that nobody has ever complained -- to my face -- about appearing in a column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the only memorable criticism I received was from my current boyfriend, a fellow journalist. Early in our relationship, I told him I'd put him in a column and he responded, "I'd prefer to get my fame in other ways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, right? Not like I'm still bitter or anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-6144122648685640971?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/6144122648685640971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=6144122648685640971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6144122648685640971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6144122648685640971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/12/dating-journalist.html' title='Dating a journalist'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-3124608085547466895</id><published>2011-12-15T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T15:04:35.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar fights</title><content type='html'>For the most part, I've never felt unsafe on the local nightlife scene. I've encountered a few dangerous situations, but I've confronted them with common sense. And also, I'm rarely bar-hopping at closing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I couldn't resist reading &lt;a href="http://vitals.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2011/12/13/9397222-fight-club-most-bar-brawls-begin-on-the-dance-floor"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;, which highlights "the most likely place for fights to break out inside a large drinking establishment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer? The dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too surprised. Do you think the research holds true in Columbus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-3124608085547466895?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/3124608085547466895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=3124608085547466895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3124608085547466895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3124608085547466895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/12/bar-fights.html' title='Bar fights'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-1574988022622986159</id><published>2011-12-14T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:03:06.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Derek Jeter and dating</title><content type='html'>So, have you read &lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/manhattan/jeter_booty_hauls_smU8lFebpsBGJXpyHoMKSN"&gt;this NY Post article &lt;/a&gt;suggesting Yankees star Derek Jeter sends his one-night stands home with "gift baskets of autographed memorabilia"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It prompted one writer to devise &lt;a href="http://www.thefrisky.com/2011-12-14/whats-in-a-one-night-stand-gift-bag/"&gt;this creative post&lt;/a&gt;: "What's in a one-night stand gift bag?" The result: a fictional gift basket that I actually kind of want. I love the addition of coconut water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth, I don't think the gift basket idea is entirely tacky...assuming it's done correctly. No, I don't want autographed memorabilia. Or a note that says "don't call me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toothbrush is a different story, however.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-1574988022622986159?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/1574988022622986159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=1574988022622986159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1574988022622986159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1574988022622986159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/12/derek-jeter-and-dating.html' title='Derek Jeter and dating'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-9162294355768175267</id><published>2011-12-13T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:55:50.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday overload</title><content type='html'>This is when I wish I was a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how the days leading up to Christmas seemed to pass so slowly? I sometimes made mental countdowns leading up to the day before Christmas Eve, in an attempt to make the time pass faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it seems like all my adult friends are asking the same question this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did the time go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little sad. When you're an adult, Christmas is often something that simply arrives...no major countdown, no sleepless nights of anticipation. But what's the alternative? Most of us can't take time off work to savor the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is almost 10 days away and I've only bought one present. My travel plans for the holiday are still in the works. And as trivial as it sounds, I'm sad I haven't even taken my dog to see Santa yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Real life" comes with the harsh realization that Dec. 25 really is just another day of the year. The universe doesn't stop to allow for Hallmark-worthy moments. Christmas doesn't discriminate against negative emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I'm experiencing a slight seasonal overload...and trying to remind myself that a busy schedule hasn't blinded me to the intangible gifts that should define this time of year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-9162294355768175267?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/9162294355768175267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=9162294355768175267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/9162294355768175267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/9162294355768175267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-overload.html' title='Holiday overload'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2242366796555663782</id><published>2011-12-09T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T15:17:23.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love goes viral</title><content type='html'>Wow...that headline sounds kind of nasty. Trust me, this will be a clean post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tressugar.com/Proposal-Videos-2011-20731900"&gt;TresSugar &lt;/a&gt;has a good roundup of all the marriage proposal videos that went viral in 2011. It's not a one-year phenomenon. In the past, I've reflected on the abundance of YouTube-ready proposals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these viral videos have increased the expectations that come with popping the question. Proposals are now defined by even grander gestures -- you know, the kind that warrant a spot on morning TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wonder: Do you think we're due for a backlash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can help wondering if we've moved beyond the infatuation phase when it comes to marriage proposal videos. Do you think the videos will continue to make people swoon, or will viewers will eventually question the sincerity of these relationships?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2242366796555663782?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2242366796555663782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2242366796555663782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2242366796555663782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2242366796555663782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-goes-viral.html' title='Love goes viral'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-8192320654781437985</id><published>2011-12-08T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T08:46:35.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socially awkward</title><content type='html'>The other day, somebody asked me if I'm naturally introverted or extroverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My response was probably consistent with what a lot of journalists would say: "I'm an introvert, but I became extroverted because of my job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journalism attracts a lot of people who'd prefer to fill their social circles with words and fictional characters, rather than real people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, the profession is very heavy on face-to-face interactions. You often can't survive professionally if you don't ditch your comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issues came to mind after I found &lt;a href="http://dealbook.nytimes.com/2011/12/07/the-dating-travails-of-young-bankers/"&gt;this New York Times piece&lt;/a&gt;, "The dating travails of young bankers." The article focuses on some financiers' apparent bad luck in the dating world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really interested in one of the reader comments that accompanies the story. A reader lists "the most socially awkward people in order." The results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Engineers/Scientists&lt;br /&gt;2. Techies&lt;br /&gt;3. Accountants&lt;br /&gt;4. Lawyers&lt;br /&gt;5. Artists&lt;br /&gt;6. Finance types&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, this is merely a reader comment and it's not backed by any official research. Still...the list doesn't seem too far off base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weigh in: Do we choose certain professions because we're socially awkward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, are we socially awkward because of the professions we choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-8192320654781437985?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/8192320654781437985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=8192320654781437985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/8192320654781437985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/8192320654781437985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/12/socially-awkward.html' title='Socially awkward'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2582331417828367316</id><published>2011-12-07T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T08:36:20.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas wedding proposals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glamour.com/weddings/blogs/save-the-date/2011/12/6-signs-he-might-propose-this.html"&gt;This Glamour article&lt;/a&gt;, "6 signs he might propose this holiday season," seems like a recipe for disappointment. But maybe that's just in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, references to "a quiet holiday" hardly ensure you'll receive a giant piece of bling under the tree. And if your guy doesn't ask what you want for Christmas, he might just be clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line? When you really want something to happen, it's easy to convince yourself that virtually every behavior supports your desired outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes. That was some serious tough love. Maybe I haven't listened to enough sappy holiday music this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2582331417828367316?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2582331417828367316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2582331417828367316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2582331417828367316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2582331417828367316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-wedding-proposals.html' title='Christmas wedding proposals'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-3453063206838530998</id><published>2011-12-05T08:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:42:03.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="height: 250px; width: 290px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/utZ7ahphZpM?version=3&amp;feature=player_detailpage"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/utZ7ahphZpM?version=3&amp;feature=player_detailpage" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="290" height="250"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this song in my head for the entire day Sunday, and now I'm sharing the wealth. You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the week. Try not to get too bogged down by holiday stress. If you can't get into the spirit, try some Little Debbie Christmas snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, they work. I'm eating a Little Debbie gingerbread man right now. Jealous?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-3453063206838530998?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/3453063206838530998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=3453063206838530998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3453063206838530998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3453063206838530998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/12/monday-power-anthem.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2875395053087559763</id><published>2011-12-02T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T16:22:58.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Britney Spears: 30 and Fabulous?</title><content type='html'>So, um, &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/gallery/0,,20550314,00.html"&gt;Britney Spears is 30&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This news comforts me, since my mind has been swirling with thoughts regarding my upcoming 30th birthday. (By the way...it's Jan. 9. I like lip gloss and Starbucks gift cards. Thanks for asking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion might change in a month, but right now I don't have any big anxiety about turning 30. I mean, it's not like I've just been lounging around the couch during these past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've driven across the country. Written (relatively) coherent articles about topics ranging from politics in California to the Columbus, Ga., entertainment scene. I've finished multiple half marathons, despite hating exercise for the first 15 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...sorry for that brief bragging session. To bring things back to reality, I'm having a really bad hair day and there's a nasty smell in my laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my existence is worlds away from Britney's universe. While some people say her vocals are processed and her fashion choices are often questionable, it's hard to hate Ms. Spears. Her ability to rebound -- even amid life's toughest times -- is reassuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I prepare to turn 30, that's exactly what I need: reassurance that life really does improve with time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2875395053087559763?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2875395053087559763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2875395053087559763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2875395053087559763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2875395053087559763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/12/britney-spears-30-and-fabulous.html' title='Britney Spears: 30 and Fabulous?'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-9106732847279293598</id><published>2011-11-30T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T11:29:21.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Model behavior</title><content type='html'>I watched the &lt;a href="http://www.victoriassecret.com/"&gt;Victoria's Secret &lt;/a&gt;fashion show this week and didn't have a nervous breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular culture has often focused on the rift between models and "real people." Die-hard "Sex and the City" fans remember &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0698649/plotsummary"&gt;"Models and Mortals," &lt;/a&gt;the episode that suggests "real" women often see models as competition in the dating world. I think the tension extends much deeper than dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Models represent an intimidating sense of perfection. That's why for the rest of us, it's often easier to turn away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe the tide is changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've seen more "regular" women form bonds with their seemingly perfect model counterparts. Moments after the VS fashion show wrapped up, I watched an episode of MTV's &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/shows/chelsea_settles/series.jhtml"&gt;"Chelsea Settles"&lt;/a&gt; in which the plus-size protagonist found some realness in a once unrelatable model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can talk firsthand about model behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent me a friend request on Facebook. I knew her from high school, when she was someone whose life appeared so easy that you assumed she'd encounter complications later in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I learned she &lt;a href="http://www.qmodels.com/details.aspx?cityid=la&amp;amp;modelID=497264&amp;amp;subid=7189&amp;amp;mainsubid=7189&amp;amp;sexid=2&amp;amp;indx=1"&gt;became a model&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, my insecurities surfaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I still can't pick out a specific point when things evened out, I eventually found a basic humanness that transcends the power of bust and waist measurements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-9106732847279293598?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/9106732847279293598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=9106732847279293598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/9106732847279293598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/9106732847279293598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/model-behavior.html' title='Model behavior'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-852034186704115089</id><published>2011-11-29T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T15:31:39.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding gift guidelines</title><content type='html'>You get the wedding invitation and can't wait for the big night. Open bar...great music...limitless food. Then, you remember a critical drawback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must bring a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people love perusing wedding registries. Others dread the task. When it comes to wedding presents, I've always been a gift card kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding gifts only stress me out when I'm shopping for someone I've never met -- say, one of my boyfriend's friends who's getting married. Again, this is why I subscribe to the gift card religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/06/16/earlyshow/living/money/main702333.shtml"&gt;CBS &lt;/a&gt;gives price recommendations for wedding gifts, courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.theknot.com/"&gt;The Knot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend $50-$75 on a co-worker and/or distant family friend or relative; $75-$100 on a relative or friend; $100-$150 on a close relative or a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree with the estimates?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-852034186704115089?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/852034186704115089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=852034186704115089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/852034186704115089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/852034186704115089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/wedding-gift-guidelines.html' title='Wedding gift guidelines'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-7741743027318859748</id><published>2011-11-28T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T07:54:40.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K5bo4VDEH-U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, you totally knew I was gonna post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving weekend. Now, it's time to gear up for all the awkwardness of the next holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some motivation? Get pumped by listening to today's power anthem, then go out and seize the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-7741743027318859748?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/7741743027318859748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=7741743027318859748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7741743027318859748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7741743027318859748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/monday-power-anthem_28.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K5bo4VDEH-U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-385003964130340908</id><published>2011-11-24T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T22:28:36.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="player_swf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="332" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn-akm.vmixcore.com/core-flash/UnifiedVideoPlayer/UnifiedVideoPlayer.swf?player_id=2c204889d7769330f728a7e0ea17caa3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="player_id=2c204889d7769330f728a7e0ea17caa3&amp;services_url=http://cdn-akm.vmixcore.com/core-flash/UnifiedVideoPlayer/services.xml&amp;env=&amp;token=V0lEftacUPtHOOYUgxgk4bsaXQ8KZCMhHk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed name="player_swf" src="http://cdn-akm.vmixcore.com/core-flash/UnifiedVideoPlayer/UnifiedVideoPlayer.swf?player_id=2c204889d7769330f728a7e0ea17caa3" width="400" height="332" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="player_id=2c204889d7769330f728a7e0ea17caa3&amp;services_url=http://cdn-akm.vmixcore.com/core-flash/UnifiedVideoPlayer/services.xml&amp;env=&amp;token=V0lEftacUPtHOOYUgxgk4bsaXQ8KZCMhHk" swliveconnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate Black Friday, I'm reposting Mike Haskey's memorable video from my 2010 coverage at Target in Columbus. Enjoy, then click &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/11/24/1833118/black-friday-sales-2011-shoppers.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to read my article about this year's madness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-385003964130340908?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/385003964130340908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=385003964130340908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/385003964130340908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/385003964130340908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday-revisited.html' title='Black Friday revisited'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2837875400671946074</id><published>2011-11-23T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:17:33.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving, Black Friday &amp; more</title><content type='html'>Blackout Wednesday. Thanksgiving. Black Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the excitement that dominates the rest of the week. Tonight, people will fill bars across town for what's often called the &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/11/21/1825223/facebook-and-class-reunions.html#storylink=misearch"&gt;biggest party night of the year&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, people will gather around the Thanksgiving table for family time. Friday, people will wait outside stores at ungodly hours for sales that may or may not be remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thanksgiving weeks have been anything but consistent throughout the years, mainly due to the strange work schedule that comes with a career in journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite some time since I had a traditional Thanksgiving with my own family...at my own home...with my own familiar foods. I try to forget that fact, but it still makes me a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my mood changes when I remember I've been blessed enough to always find a &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/11/17/1822393/balancing-act-couples-juggle-family.html"&gt;surrogate family &lt;/a&gt;on Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all my families, old and new...thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2837875400671946074?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2837875400671946074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2837875400671946074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2837875400671946074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2837875400671946074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-black-friday-more.html' title='Thanksgiving, Black Friday &amp; more'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-6683179142709700150</id><published>2011-11-22T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T11:49:33.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday dating</title><content type='html'>Does a romantic fling top your holiday wish list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you said "yes," you're not alone. In a recent &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/2300-501465_162-10010341.html"&gt;Match.com survey&lt;/a&gt;, "46 percent of singles said finding a new romantic interest topped their holiday wish list."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to enter dateless and desperate mode during the holidays. But starting a new relationship around Christmas really isn't that appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters, you have the awkwardness that comes with exchanging gifts. It's much easier to buy presents for someone you've known for more than three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, without even passing a major anniversary, you and your partner are immersed in the pressure of holiday gatherings. A deluge of family-oriented events might make you introduce your partner to your parents earlier than expected. That's not always a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-6683179142709700150?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/6683179142709700150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=6683179142709700150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6683179142709700150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6683179142709700150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/holiday-dating.html' title='Holiday dating'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2244156857960854575</id><published>2011-11-21T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T08:28:29.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yCMqcFAigRg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose this song to honor Taylor Swift, the big winner at Sunday's American Music Awards. If you missed the show, click &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/11/20/1827764/american-music-awards-2011-winners.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to read my recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for Thanksgiving? And Black Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. Seize the day, and start dreaming about that green bean casserole. Mmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2244156857960854575?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2244156857960854575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2244156857960854575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2244156857960854575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2244156857960854575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/monday-power-anthem_21.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yCMqcFAigRg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-8250899655839512558</id><published>2011-11-18T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T14:43:13.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demi Moore, Ashton Kutcher and Twitter</title><content type='html'>One of my biggest weaknesses? Following the messages couples publicly share with each other on social networking sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm down, I'm not being cruel. Sure, there's a certain voyeuristic quality to the obsession, but overall I think the messages are pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, they can get slightly excessive at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much that I now visit certain Facebook/Twitter accounts solely to see the newest romantic back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter the recent news that Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore are divorcing. In &lt;a href="http://popwatch.ew.com/2011/11/17/ashton-kutcher-demi-moore-divorce-twitter/"&gt;this interesting article&lt;/a&gt;, Entertainment Weekly notes that Ashton and Demi were once regarded as the First Couple of Twitter. An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The funny thing is that Moore and Kutcher were never particularly funny on Twitter. The attraction, I think, lay in their intimacy. Most celebrities make Twitter a one-way conversation: “I am celebrity. You are fan. We talk now.” The Moore-Kutcher dynamic was more complex — they let you into their intimacy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, this makes things a little awkward now. When you decide -- either intentionally or inadvertently -- to make Twitter the third wheel in your relationship, you risk encountering a major dilemma in the event of a breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gets custody of Twitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, nobody's going to block either one of you from the site. But sculpting a new persona can be challenging, especially when fans have followed you as part of a two-person unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-8250899655839512558?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/8250899655839512558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=8250899655839512558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/8250899655839512558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/8250899655839512558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/demi-moore-ashton-kutcher-and-twitter.html' title='Demi Moore, Ashton Kutcher and Twitter'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-4234314595561802339</id><published>2011-11-16T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T16:20:24.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We broke up on Facebook</title><content type='html'>Remember when people thought Facebook breakups were totally outrageous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicagonow.com/2011/11/break-up-by-facebook-text-or-email-13-of-us-already-have/"&gt;New survey results &lt;/a&gt;suggest a third of adults over the age of 18 have broken up with someone via Facebook, text or email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised? Me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is no longer "just" technology. It's a valuable part of our daily interactions. Plus, seriously...who likes breaking up with someone face to face? The coward's route is always more appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think that for the most part, technology-based breakups are tacky. But that belief applies mainly to long-term relationships. If you've only gone on one or two dates with someone, go ahead and cut ties via Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But use a private message, rather than a public wall post. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-4234314595561802339?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/4234314595561802339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=4234314595561802339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/4234314595561802339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/4234314595561802339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-broke-up-on-facebook.html' title='We broke up on Facebook'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-4636799965073346060</id><published>2011-11-15T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:36:59.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommie dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.emandlo.com/2011/11/wise-guys-how-can-you-win-over-his-mother-at-thanksgiving/"&gt;Here are some handy tips &lt;/a&gt;for winning over your significant other's mother at Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article is geared toward women, but the tips might help guys, too. Among my favorite pieces of wisdom: "The principle behind the no-fail winning-mothers-over technique is this: PEOPLE LOVE TO TALK ABOUT THEMSELVES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think in most cases the "monster-in-law" image is a myth. Winning parents over is often as simple as smiling a lot, using common sense and saying "thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that doesn't work, don't stress out. While a friendship with your significant other's parents is ideal, mere tolerance is perfectly acceptable as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you add any tips to this discussion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-4636799965073346060?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/4636799965073346060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=4636799965073346060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/4636799965073346060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/4636799965073346060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/mommie-dearest.html' title='Mommie dearest'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-7953804986504252751</id><published>2011-11-14T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:08:01.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N_FGsw7hTKA" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually a logical story behind this song. I ran the &lt;a href="http://soldiermarathon.com/home.aspx"&gt;Soldier Half Marathon&lt;/a&gt; Saturday. Once again, the local event was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved all the new additions, especially the music that played at random points in the course. In fact, I liked the periodic dance parties even better than the beer at the finish line. Yes, I love music THAT much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A volunteer on the course blasted this song around the 8-mile mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, random man. You encouraged me more than you'll ever know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-7953804986504252751?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/7953804986504252751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=7953804986504252751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7953804986504252751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7953804986504252751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/monday-power-anthem_14.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/N_FGsw7hTKA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-3009133021443982803</id><published>2011-11-11T19:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T20:03:41.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to run a half marathon</title><content type='html'>I'm running a half marathon on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good luck" is usually the immediate response to this statement, and that confuses me. Obviously, I'm not competing for a prize. I'm pretty slow. In fact, when I ran last year's &lt;a href="http://soldiermarathon.com/home.aspx"&gt;Soldier Half Marathon&lt;/a&gt;, organizers exhausted the supply of medals before I crossed the finish line. I got one later, thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does "good luck" mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start Saturday's &lt;a href="http://soldiermarathon.com/home.aspx"&gt;Soldier Half Marathon&lt;/a&gt; with plenty of luck under my belt. Hopefully pleasantries exchanged on 11-11-11 carry extra weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance these well wishes pertain simply to completing the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a challenge. The mental battle will likely outweigh any physical strains. I don't run with an iPod, so I'm usually treated to an erratic mental slideshow that spans the good, the bad and the ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And between those thoughts, there's the realization that I've come a long way. Not too long ago, I feared sports. Or at least I thought I feared sports. I actually feared the certainty of knowing that if I dabbled in this pastime, I would never the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't fully embraced that realization, but I'm getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I continue to accept good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-3009133021443982803?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/3009133021443982803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=3009133021443982803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3009133021443982803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3009133021443982803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-to-run-half-marathon.html' title='How to run a half marathon'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2300362864807580381</id><published>2011-11-09T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T14:51:01.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking up in Burger King</title><content type='html'>Would you break up with someone in Burger King?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you said "yes," &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2059474/Andy-Boyle-posts-fellow-Burger-King-diners-marital-spat-Twitter.html"&gt;this article &lt;/a&gt;might make you rethink your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/andymboyle"&gt;This guy &lt;/a&gt;watched a couple fight in Burger King...and live-tweeted the entire thing. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession: I've cried more than my fair share of public tears. But I try to refrain from engaging in public screaming matches. Especially when spectators have access to Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2300362864807580381?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2300362864807580381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2300362864807580381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2300362864807580381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2300362864807580381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/breaking-up-in-burger-king.html' title='Breaking up in Burger King'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-7182612683766134056</id><published>2011-11-09T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T08:49:38.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father-daughter wedding dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cZ_8cmnYTMI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would your dad do this? Thanks to &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/parenting/father-daughter-wedding-dance-leads-to-big-opportunities-2615657.html"&gt;Yahoo! Shine &lt;/a&gt;for the link. Make sure to watch the whole thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-7182612683766134056?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/7182612683766134056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=7182612683766134056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7182612683766134056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7182612683766134056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/father-daughter-wedding-dance.html' title='Father-daughter wedding dance'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cZ_8cmnYTMI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-4338831219524892023</id><published>2011-11-07T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:07:59.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o5raqlIcK3I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm a little late posting today's power anthem. Busy morning. It's all good, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy this song. Jessie J is quickly becoming one of my favorite new artists. Yes, I totally just enjoyed a brief dance party at my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-4338831219524892023?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/4338831219524892023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=4338831219524892023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/4338831219524892023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/4338831219524892023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/monday-power-anthem.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/o5raqlIcK3I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-5862299066185197572</id><published>2011-11-04T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:12:22.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorce: "We're still friends"</title><content type='html'>"We're still friends. In fact, we're better friends now than when we were married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any of your recently divorced friends uttered that line? I've heard it many times. The first few times, I debated it -- behind the person's back, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty cynical of male-female friendships, especially when exes are involved. I think "friend" is often a term used to hide ulterior motives, at least from one of the parties involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/blogs/xx_factor/2011/10/31/fewer_couples_are_divorcing_but_the_ones_who_do_are_less_likely_.html"&gt;some people&lt;/a&gt; are suggesting divorces have genuinely become more amicable. Do you believe it? And if so, how do you explain it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/blogs/xx_factor/2011/10/31/fewer_couples_are_divorcing_but_the_ones_who_do_are_less_likely_.html"&gt;One writer&lt;/a&gt; outlines some theories, and I'm most on board with this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I think that growing up in the age of divorce has destigmatized it. One reason that couples tear at each other during a divorce is that they feel deep shame about divorcing, and that incentivises blaming the other person for the marriage's failure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If you see no real shame in divorcing, it's a lot easier to say, "Hey, it didn't work out, but we're not bad people and we can get through this with the minimum of emotional bloodshed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm not entirely sure divorces have become less hostile. Maybe we're just better at masking our real feelings. Or, maybe we just rely less on our human relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-5862299066185197572?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/5862299066185197572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=5862299066185197572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5862299066185197572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5862299066185197572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/divorce-were-still-friends.html' title='Divorce: &quot;We&apos;re still friends&quot;'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-8934136412981787882</id><published>2011-11-03T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T08:45:06.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kim Kardashian &amp; breakup predictions</title><content type='html'>This week's &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/11/03/1804104/that-wont-last.html"&gt;nightlife column&lt;/a&gt; is about the joy of being able to say "I told you so" amid Kim Kardashian's divorce news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dating world, the primary goal is generally to find a partner  with whom you can enjoy lifelong happiness. If we can’t have that, we’ll  often settle for the second most important mission: accurately  predicting when the happiest romantic unions will end.&lt;p&gt;I’m only  half kidding. Public conversations center on "congratulations" and "I’m  so happy for you." Private conversations leave room for a harsher  sentiment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I give it two months. At best."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weigh in: When it comes to predicting your friends' romantic futures, do you have a strong track record?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-8934136412981787882?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/8934136412981787882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=8934136412981787882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/8934136412981787882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/8934136412981787882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/kim-kardashian-breakup-predictions.html' title='Kim Kardashian &amp; breakup predictions'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2303325126090474125</id><published>2011-11-02T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:31:53.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Shave November</title><content type='html'>My legs resemble a hairy mammoth, but don't freak out. There's a method to my madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession: So far, my participation in No Shave November is purely accidental. If I'm being completely honest, I'll also confess I haven't shaved my legs since Saturday night. Too much information? Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll probably shave at some point this month. I'm sure my boyfriend just breathed a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of people won't shave in November, though. No Shave November is an official event with its own &lt;a href="http://www.noshavenov.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. Why do people forgo shaving for an entire month? Sometimes, it's to raise awareness for a &lt;a href="http://www.dailyillini.com/index.php/article/2011/11/no_shave_november_the_noble_undertaking#"&gt;specific cause&lt;/a&gt;, often prostate cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I don't last an entire month, I'm glad that we've entered a season when long pants weather makes it OK for women to only shave once a week, sometimes less. During my first year at the &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/#navlink=navbar"&gt;Ledger&lt;/a&gt;, I wrote a column about the bliss that comes with shaving sporadically in winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reader called and accused me of not being ladylike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty as charged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2303325126090474125?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2303325126090474125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2303325126090474125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2303325126090474125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2303325126090474125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-shave-november.html' title='No Shave November'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-6483558247026386322</id><published>2011-11-01T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:06:17.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from Kim Kardashian</title><content type='html'>If your relationship is still intact, give yourself a pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Turns out Halloween is a common time for breakups. That's because it's the "last stop before the holidays," according to &lt;a href="http://www.abc2news.com/dpp/lifestyle/relationships/Copy_of_she-said_he-said%21-why-halloween-can-be-haunting-for-couples-everywhere-knxv1288183944606"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it's not cool to break up with someone amid the warm, fuzzy feelings associated with Thanksgiving and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a relationship seems headed for disaster, people will often sever ties around Halloween to avoid the romantic pressure that comes with the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe there was some real relationship science behind the fact that &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/10/31/1800614/kim-kardashian-to-file-for-divorce.html#storylink=misearch"&gt;Kim Kardashian's divorce news&lt;/a&gt; made headlines on Oct. 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer that explanation over TV ratings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-6483558247026386322?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/6483558247026386322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=6483558247026386322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6483558247026386322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6483558247026386322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/11/lessons-from-kim-kardashian.html' title='Lessons from Kim Kardashian'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-1887593682099641652</id><published>2011-10-31T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:11:56.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devilish fun on Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3VPwLCjcCo/Tq66gm1zBcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0Uy-4XuiiQ4/s1600/baileydevil.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3VPwLCjcCo/Tq66gm1zBcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0Uy-4XuiiQ4/s320/baileydevil.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669674050250802626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't let Halloween go by without posting this photo of my dog in her devil costume. Yes, I am "that girl." Happy Halloween!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-1887593682099641652?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/1887593682099641652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=1887593682099641652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1887593682099641652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1887593682099641652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/devilish-fun-on-halloween.html' title='Devilish fun on Halloween'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3VPwLCjcCo/Tq66gm1zBcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/0Uy-4XuiiQ4/s72-c/baileydevil.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-6991971786212236418</id><published>2011-10-31T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:59:15.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/E1mU6h4Xdxc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween! I picked a scary song for today. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see the massive pre-Halloween crowd downtown Saturday night. Confession time: I hadn't planned to dress up this year. My boyfriend was going out of town Friday and Saturday. And, um, who goes to a Halloween party alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my boyfriend called me Saturday afternoon and said he was on his way back to Columbus. Woo hoo! Cue the last-minute costume. In the end, I dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood. No complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-6991971786212236418?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/6991971786212236418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=6991971786212236418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6991971786212236418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6991971786212236418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/monday-power-anthem_31.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/E1mU6h4Xdxc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-9082584451540220238</id><published>2011-10-28T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:28:36.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news about men. Maybe.</title><content type='html'>You might want to jump up and down upon reading &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/8852761/Men-quickest-to-say-I-love-you.html"&gt;research &lt;/a&gt;suggesting that men are more likely than women to say "I love you" first in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold on. Read this slight disclaimer first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rather more predictably, the research did show that men wanted sex for the    first time after a few weeks, while most women preferred to wait a few    months.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (A researcher) added: "It can be argued that men's falling in love and exclaiming this    love first may be a by-product of them equating love with sexual desire.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "But research shows passionate love and sexual desire are distinctly different    mechanisms."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-9082584451540220238?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/9082584451540220238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=9082584451540220238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/9082584451540220238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/9082584451540220238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-news-about-men-maybe.html' title='Good news about men. Maybe.'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-3695495496080436734</id><published>2011-10-27T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T13:48:53.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You scare me. I love you.</title><content type='html'>Haunted houses certainly have drawbacks. Masked men with chainsaws are often involved, not to mention those horrifying body-distorting mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost enough to make you avoid haunted houses entirely...until you hear this news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary places can help your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. RedEye explains the science behind the process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Basically, when your body is physiologically aroused -- and not  necessarily in the sexual way; we’re talking skyrocketing blood  pressure, drenched palms and a heart rate like a dubstep bass line --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; your brain mistakenly links that feeling with whatever’s in your environment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So if you’re in your date’s direct line of sight as his or her heart  goes pitter-patter, he won’t just blame the slasher flick—he’ll convince  himself you’re a heartthrob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, huh? But remember: Not everyone shares your passion for scary things. So don't push the idea if references to "Psycho" make your date's face turn pale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-3695495496080436734?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/3695495496080436734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=3695495496080436734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3695495496080436734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3695495496080436734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-scare-me-i-love-you.html' title='You scare me. I love you.'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2712572424448210927</id><published>2011-10-26T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T09:00:30.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween costumes for men</title><content type='html'>During my annual trip to adult costume retailer Night Moves (2723 Manchester Expressway, Columbus), someone told me most men have a simple goal when it comes to Halloween costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want to look "not dressed up, but dressed up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Must be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most women have to consider a whole slew of undergarment issues and temperature concerns. Often, double-sided tape is involved. Then, you get to the party and spend the entire night self-conscious about your bare midriff, while your boyfriend savors the nearby keg in his "chick magnet" getup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I think most of us can agree female Halloween costumes get a whole lot more judgment than spooky getups designed for men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, &lt;a href="http://www.glamour.com/sex-love-life/blogs/smitten/2011/10/trick-or-treat-what-your-mans.html"&gt;Glamour &lt;/a&gt;offers a handy guide for women: What your man's Halloween costume says about him. Apparently, someone dressed up as a Chippendales dancer still has a chance on the meet market scene. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weigh in, readers: When it comes to Halloween costumes, can guys mess up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2712572424448210927?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2712572424448210927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2712572424448210927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2712572424448210927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2712572424448210927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-costumes-for-men.html' title='Halloween costumes for men'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-4504746254535592293</id><published>2011-10-24T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:38:10.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5P0_v__IOrE" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the name La Bouche should speak for itself. Enjoy this trip back to the '90s and have a great Monday. You totally wanna be my lover. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-4504746254535592293?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/4504746254535592293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=4504746254535592293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/4504746254535592293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/4504746254535592293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/monday-power-anthem_24.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5P0_v__IOrE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-3313198219936382758</id><published>2011-10-21T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:52:56.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating: When to give up</title><content type='html'>After your Saturday night date, the waiting game begins. You check your phone constantly, wondering if a technical glitch has prevented you from receiving the all-important call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Sunday, you accept the fact that technology isn't the culprit. The sad reality? Maybe your date just isn't that into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When should you bow out of the waiting game and rejoin the dating game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That question has stumped daters for quite some time. Fortunately, there's now an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday at 11:48 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go on a first date Saturday night and don't get a follow-up call or text by 11:48 a.m. Monday, your chances of a second date are pretty slim, according to &lt;a href="http://www.theawl.com/2011/10/when-the-phone-doesnt-ring-or-vibrate"&gt;these survey results&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you know. Do you believe it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-3313198219936382758?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/3313198219936382758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=3313198219936382758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3313198219936382758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3313198219936382758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/dating-when-to-give-up.html' title='Dating: When to give up'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-5513517918492248441</id><published>2011-10-20T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T14:14:31.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween: Revenge of the Sluts</title><content type='html'>This weekend, I'll make my annual pilgrimage to Night Moves (2723 Manchester Expressway), where I'll survey this year's collection of female adult Halloween costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The selection probably won't include any ill-fitting ghost getups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'll see sexy nurse. And sexy police officer. And sexy cowgirl. You know the drill. Nothing new here. In another key part of the tradition, we'll inevitably hear debates over whether these sexy costumes empower women or demean them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My take? If you've got it, flaunt it. Unless you're wearing a sexy bunny costume to a cubicle job, I could care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I was interested to find at least two articles online defending sexy Halloween costumes. Learn more &lt;a href="http://collegecandy.com/2011/10/18/in-defense-of-slutty-halloween-costumes/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.xojane.com/clothes/do-dont-slutty-halloween-costume"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if the hate for sexy getups is really that widespread. Even people who don't wear them generally accept them as a fact of life, at least for one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-5513517918492248441?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/5513517918492248441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=5513517918492248441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5513517918492248441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5513517918492248441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-revenge-of-sluts.html' title='Halloween: Revenge of the Sluts'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2673290371105618049</id><published>2011-10-19T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:50:02.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Side Of The Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xPd4Qp-Pdew" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5850948/at-bedtime-ladies-get-to-pick-sides"&gt;New research&lt;/a&gt; suggests "women care what side of the bed they sleep on, but men usually don't, so women often get their way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this surprise you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little surprised. I don't prefer a certain side of the bed, but I've noticed that guys seem very picky about this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you have a favorite side of the bed, then get all emo while listening to the song that accompanies this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2673290371105618049?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2673290371105618049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2673290371105618049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2673290371105618049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2673290371105618049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/yo-side-of-bed.html' title='Yo Side Of The Bed'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xPd4Qp-Pdew/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-3249059248399607010</id><published>2011-10-18T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T07:58:48.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black wedding dresses</title><content type='html'>Black wedding gowns have moved out of goth territory and into the mainstream fashion world. Well, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Huffington Post offers &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/10/16/vera-wang-fall-2012-brida_n_1014411.html#s411638"&gt;this photo gallery&lt;/a&gt; of Vera Wang's Fall 2012 Bridal Collection, which is heavy on tones like nude and black. Coincidentally, I viewed the gallery shortly after spotting a silver wedding dress during a Facebook stalking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a fan of puffy white wedding gowns, and to some extent I find the unconventional hues appealing. But it's hard to break tradition when it comes to wedding fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, we were told for decades to never wear white to a wedding unless you're the bride. Now white seems like one of the most popular wedding party colors. I'm talking to you, &lt;a href="http://photos.tmz.com/galleries/kim_kardashian_wedding_photos_kris_humphries#tab=most_recent&amp;amp;id=99858"&gt;Kardashians&lt;/a&gt;. And &lt;a href="http://www.popsugar.com/Pippa-Middleton-Wedding-Pictures-16114954"&gt;Pippa Middleton&lt;/a&gt;. Wouldn't it be weird if we got to a point where everyone except the bride wears white to a wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-3249059248399607010?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/3249059248399607010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=3249059248399607010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3249059248399607010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3249059248399607010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/black-wedding-dresses.html' title='Black wedding dresses'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-5903027995674956640</id><published>2011-10-17T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:34:44.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="360" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SHzTJ1Rf-14" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's performance is one of my favorite power anthems so far. It comes from the Chamber Singers at &lt;a href="http://www.jesuithighschool.org/"&gt;Jesuit High School&lt;/a&gt;, the all-boys campus where I looked for dates in high school. Also, my brother is a JHS graduate. Go Marauders!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this performance is awesome. Taylor Swift even &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/JesuitHighSac/status/122741675650060288"&gt;tweeted &lt;/a&gt;about it, so you need to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I complained about the local Catholic high school system during my teenage years, I look back and realize high school was one of the coolest experiences of my life. I hope one day I can teach my daughters how to write test answers under the hems of their uniform skirts. KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-5903027995674956640?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/5903027995674956640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=5903027995674956640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5903027995674956640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5903027995674956640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/monday-power-anthem_17.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SHzTJ1Rf-14/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-1114430367036840141</id><published>2011-10-14T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:16:58.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest Day is awesome</title><content type='html'>I love being reminded of my California roots, but I'm just as proud of my Midwestern ties. You likely won't find surfers or movie stars in the Midwest, but an inexplicable hometown feeling dominates the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll happily escape into memories of beer and brats whenever something reminds me of the region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Sweetest Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday falls on Saturday (Oct. 15), but I'm not surprised if you haven't heard of it. Sweetest Day is basically an October version of Valentine's Day. It's celebrated mainly in the Midwest, according to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweetest_Day"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt; After writing this post, I got a phone call from my parents, who wanted me to remind you that Sweetest Day started as a chance to give candy to orphans, poor people and similar sectors of society. Learn more &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweetest_Day"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched couples in Wisconsin and Illinois exchange candy and balloons in October. Initially, I reacted with a confused "huh?" Then, the holiday kind of grew on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's not as mainstream as Valentine's Day, Sweetest Day is still inevitably criticized as a Hallmark holiday. But celebrating Sweetest Day in a state outside the Midwest -- say, Georgia -- is appealing. It's nice to receive gifts without the pressure to compare them to the roses on your co-workers' desks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give Sweetest Day a chance. At the very least, the sweet holiday is a chance to forget the relationship world's sour moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-1114430367036840141?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/1114430367036840141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=1114430367036840141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1114430367036840141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1114430367036840141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/sweetest-day-is-awesome.html' title='Sweetest Day is awesome'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-5560651481629848096</id><published>2011-10-13T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T15:05:05.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme couponing in dating</title><content type='html'>Nearly one in five U.S. adults have used a coupon on a first date, according to &lt;a href="http://www.prnewswire.com/news-releases/nearly-one-in-five-us-adults-report-that-they-have-used-a-coupon-on-a-first-date-finds-new-couponcabincom-survey-131579218.html"&gt;these survey results&lt;/a&gt;. Would you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it depends on the coupon. I wouldn't mind if my date got a &lt;a href="http://www.groupon.com/subscriptions/new?division_p=columbus-ga"&gt;Groupon &lt;/a&gt;that let us have a fancy dinner we couldn't enjoy otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little tacky to bust out a $3 coupon at Steak 'n Shake, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance of coupons has grown amid our rough economy. I have no problem dating someone who's on a budget -- as long as that person is equally aware of my financial constraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-5560651481629848096?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/5560651481629848096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=5560651481629848096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5560651481629848096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5560651481629848096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/extreme-couponing-in-dating.html' title='Extreme couponing in dating'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-1314403651947101893</id><published>2011-10-12T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:08:03.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage o'clock</title><content type='html'>I recently spent 15 minutes trying to back out of my boyfriend's driveway. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a colossal waste of time. I could have just asked my boyfriend to back the car out himself, or at least shout directions through my window. Instead, I aimlessly navigated the process myself -- and nearly damaged my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing? I got an adrenaline rush when the ordeal was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're in a relationship, there's often a weird sense of elation that comes with accomplishing a task alone. I get a high from moments that remind me I haven't yet become one of "those girls" who can't even drive a car in a husband's absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my independence, yet I cringe at the suggestion of spending my whole life alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dilemma slightly summarizes the essence of &lt;a href="http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2011/11/all-the-single-ladies/8654/1/"&gt;this essay&lt;/a&gt; from The Atlantic: "All the Single Ladies." It's hard to succinctly explain what the essay is "about," but it starts off with the writer breaking up with her boyfriend when she was 28. Ten years later, she remains unmarried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting read that details issues too complex for this concise blog post. (Among those issues? A concept of "marriage o'clock.") Read it and tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-1314403651947101893?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/1314403651947101893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=1314403651947101893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1314403651947101893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1314403651947101893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/marriage-oclock.html' title='Marriage o&apos;clock'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2639373716010077483</id><published>2011-10-12T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T08:56:55.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Pet Peeve Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.sfgate.com/hottopics/2011/10/11/national-pet-peeve-week-dating-annoyances/"&gt;SFGate&lt;/a&gt; informs us it's National Pet Peeve Week. Stop tapping your nails on your desk. You're annoying me. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the SFGate blogger gives some highlights from a list of common dating annoyances. What's the No. 1 dating pet peeve for both men and women? Smelly dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, duh. I totally agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from basic grooming concerns, my top pet peeve in dating involves a failure to embrace basic gratitude. You can never say "thank you" too often, daters. Even if you know the relationship won't last, you can still thank your date for buying dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree? What's your biggest dating annoyance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2639373716010077483?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2639373716010077483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2639373716010077483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2639373716010077483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2639373716010077483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/national-pet-peeve-week.html' title='National Pet Peeve Week'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-8316014138266426921</id><published>2011-10-11T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T11:36:35.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pole dancing for dummies</title><content type='html'>As promised, &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/10/11/1773300/gambling-with-identity-in-vegas.html"&gt;here's my highly anticipated column&lt;/a&gt; about my brief enrollment in a Las Vegas &lt;a href="http://www.stripper101.com/"&gt;Stripper 101&lt;/a&gt; class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated, despite my instructor's critique that perhaps I was holding the pole too tightly. I suppose there are worse mistakes to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I imagine it will be quite some time before a mainstream stripper fitness class comes to Columbus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to any bar owners who are reading: This would be a great promotion for a girls' night out. Say, 8-9 p.m. on a Wednesday. Charge a $10 cover, teach a few lap dance moves and you're done. Call me for all your publicity needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, discussions of stripper fitness classes and pole dancing tutorials usually come with debates over whether the activity furthers female empowerment or female degradation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dismissed those issues during my Las Vegas class and focused on claims that I'd burn 500 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure beats the treadmill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-8316014138266426921?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/8316014138266426921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=8316014138266426921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/8316014138266426921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/8316014138266426921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/pole-dancing-for-dummies.html' title='Pole dancing for dummies'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2142507450659743860</id><published>2011-10-10T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T08:19:59.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1-pUaogoX5o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday! I'm fresh off a five-day vacation in Las Vegas. Sorry I didn't mention my trip earlier. It was kind of a spontaneous thing. Sometimes you have to succumb to an urge to get married by Elvis. KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a great time and I'm writing my Tuesday column about &lt;a href="http://www.stripper101.com/"&gt;this interesting experience&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, enjoy today's power anthem and seize the day! I promise to post lots of updates this week to make up for my absence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2142507450659743860?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2142507450659743860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2142507450659743860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2142507450659743860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2142507450659743860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/monday-power-anthem.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1-pUaogoX5o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-1244403578232060442</id><published>2011-10-04T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T10:01:01.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redheads have more fun?</title><content type='html'>For a nearly three-year time period in my younger days, I craved red hair. This naturally led to many experimentation sessions involving at-home dye kits. I'm still not sure my tresses have entirely recovered. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I flashed back to the memory after reading &lt;a href="http://www.glamour.com/sex-love-life/blogs/smitten/2011/10/this-just-in-redheads-are-havi.html"&gt;this Glamour blog post&lt;/a&gt; suggesting redheads are very romantically, um, active...partially because the color red "provokes and arouses people" the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a strong social fascination with red-haired women, but I've never heard my female friends offer concrete opinions of guys with red hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weigh in: Is hair color a genuine attraction factor in the dating world, or are these studies overblown?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-1244403578232060442?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/1244403578232060442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=1244403578232060442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1244403578232060442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1244403578232060442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/10/redheads-have-more-fun.html' title='Redheads have more fun?'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-271684717856259740</id><published>2011-09-30T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T10:54:47.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're wrong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/work-life/etiquette/sticky-situations/common-phrases-avoid-conversation-10000001698308/index.html"&gt;Real Simple&lt;/a&gt; has a great collection of 18 common phrases to avoid in conversation. This post's headline -- "you're wrong!" -- is among the things you shouldn't say while fighting with your significant other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty as charged. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, I think I'm pretty tactful in my conversations. We all have moments of weakness, but I generally try to consider people's feelings and think before I speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed by how so many people just blindly blurt things out. Don't do that. And if you do, know that your lack of tact will have consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing: You're wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-271684717856259740?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/271684717856259740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=271684717856259740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/271684717856259740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/271684717856259740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/youre-wrong.html' title='You&apos;re wrong!'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-6472886145419285287</id><published>2011-09-28T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T09:26:53.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must eat meat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogs.ocweekly.com/stickaforkinit/2011/09/veggie_dates_uk.php"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; an interesting story about a U.K. dating website that got busted for marketing itself toward vegetarians, but building a community that included lots of meat-eaters. Scandal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, the concept made me wonder if there's any value in using dietary preferences as a way to make an initial romantic connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That question surrounds many of the newest niche dating sites. Does a shared passion for vegan cuisine or British accents equal a successful long-term relationship? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a good starting point for a deeper connection? Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you'd sign up for a niche dating site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-6472886145419285287?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/6472886145419285287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=6472886145419285287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6472886145419285287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6472886145419285287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/must-eat-meat.html' title='Must eat meat?'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-1177755244448835672</id><published>2011-09-27T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T13:05:23.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary etiquette 101</title><content type='html'>In &lt;a href="http://www.glamour.com/sex-love-life/blogs/smitten/2011/09/readers-dilemma-my-boyfriend-a-2.html?mbid=tressugar"&gt;this Glamour blog post&lt;/a&gt;, a reader asks if she should get her boyfriend a present for their six-month anniversary. The couple plans on going out to dinner to mark the date and the reader wonders if she needs to do anything beyond that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked on the article largely because I've been in a relationship for nearly five years and I've never celebrated an anniversary. Not like I'm bitter or anything. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, anniversaries are funny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people go totally overboard, celebrating seemingly trivial milestones like one-month anniversaries. Other people ignore anniversaries entirely, even when they're married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a right or wrong approach to anniversaries. The most important thing is to make sure you and your partner are on the same page, celebration-wise. Otherwise, things might get really awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-1177755244448835672?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/1177755244448835672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=1177755244448835672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1177755244448835672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1177755244448835672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/anniversary-etiquette-101.html' title='Anniversary etiquette 101'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-7567537840887512954</id><published>2011-09-26T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:06:15.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patti Stanger: Love or hate?</title><content type='html'>"Millionaire Matchmaker" Patti Stanger is in some serious hot water over a recent set of comments that managed to offend gays, Jews and smart women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt; Stanger has apologized for some of her comments. Learn more &lt;a href="http://insidetv.ew.com/2011/09/27/millionaire-matchmaker-patti-stanger-gay-offensive-apology/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did she say? Read &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2011/09/26/2011-09-26_millionaire_matchmaker_patti_stanger_offends_gays_jews_smart_women_with_dumb_dat.html?r=entertainment"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; for a recap, which includes Stanger's claim that smart women must "dumb it down a little" before getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a huge "Millionaire Matchmaker" fan. I'm still a little bitter about Stanger's &lt;a href="http://www.naturallycurly.com/curlreading/celebrities/curls-are-not-brillo"&gt;apparent hatred&lt;/a&gt; of curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, she certainly has a following. Some people maintain she's not brutal, just brutally honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-7567537840887512954?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/7567537840887512954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=7567537840887512954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7567537840887512954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7567537840887512954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/patti-stanger-love-or-hate.html' title='Patti Stanger: Love or hate?'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-8810495051226604328</id><published>2011-09-26T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:04:09.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RfYcOYMNuXM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...sorry for the recent lack of posts. I was busy with &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/09/23/1748870/a-long-day-at-death-row.html#storylink=omni_popular"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  And &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/09/21/1746519/troy-davis-execution-update-al.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, three cheers for another week. Today's power anthem always pumps me up for a workout, especially when kickboxing is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day and kick some butt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-8810495051226604328?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/8810495051226604328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=8810495051226604328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/8810495051226604328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/8810495051226604328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/monday-power-anthem_26.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RfYcOYMNuXM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-6275177681410978509</id><published>2011-09-20T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T11:24:18.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoid politics while dating?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/16134-daters-avoid-revealing-political-preferences.html"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; a study suggesting people are more likely to reveal their weight than their political views in online dating profiles. An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"At some point in the dating process, we somehow filter out people who  do not share our political preferences," said study researcher Casey A.  Klofstad of the University of Miami. "Our best guess is that in the  short run, most people want to cast as wide a net as possible when  dating. However, in the long run, shared political preferences become a  critical foundation of lasting relationships, despite the fact that many  Americans are not even interested in politics."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty interesting, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's intimidating to discuss politics at the early stages of a relationship. Naturally, there's the chance your partner will have an opposing viewpoint. But I think people also worry about having to back up their stance and appearing uneducated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, revealing your political views in an online profile is an entirely different matter. Generally, people's political beliefs are more complex than the simple categories you choose online. It's often easier to opt for no answer than an adjective that only partially describes your stance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-6275177681410978509?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/6275177681410978509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=6275177681410978509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6275177681410978509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6275177681410978509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/avoid-politics-while-dating.html' title='Avoid politics while dating?'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-3960809287722423657</id><published>2011-09-19T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T11:40:45.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unmarried and Single Americans Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/09/19/1739453/celebrate-singledom-this-week.html#storylink=misearch"&gt;Sara &lt;/a&gt;has a great column about Unmarried and Single Americans Week, which is taking place NOW. Here's an excerpt from the wisdom she shares:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before you break out into your best Bridget Jones rendition of "All  By Myself," consider this: According to the 2010 U.S. Census Bureau,  singles make up 43.6 percent of U.S. citizens older than 18 -- that's 99.6  million people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About 27 percent of those people live alone. That’s an  increase of 10 percent since 1970. Single people may not be the majority  yet, but they definitely aren’t alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single ladies holla!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend, but I frequently check the "single" box in situations where single is defined as anything but married. I don't mind the label at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to retain aspects of the single life even when you're in a serious relationship. No, I'm not talking about hitting the bars alone and hooking up with a bunch of random people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, there's value in knowing how to eat at a restaurant alone...solving mechanical problems on your own...amusing yourself in empty home. I think you're often more confident in the relationship world if you've had a period of extended singledom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite thing about the single life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-3960809287722423657?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/3960809287722423657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=3960809287722423657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3960809287722423657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3960809287722423657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/unmarried-and-single-americans-week.html' title='Unmarried and Single Americans Week'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-5508264432054708960</id><published>2011-09-19T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T08:23:02.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z5V-S8jMrCs" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like a little a cappella on a Monday, right? I went this route to honor the premiere of a new season of &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/sing-off/"&gt;"The Sing-Off,"&lt;/a&gt; which premieres 8 p.m. tonight on NBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While choosing a song, I perused previous performances but I couldn't get my mind off my favorite a cappella group ever: &lt;a href="http://cimorellimusic.com/"&gt;Cimorelli&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slightly partial to this group of sisters because they hail from my hometown. But I swear they're the next big thing. Apparently they couldn't go on "The Sing-Off" because they already have a contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Cimorelli!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-5508264432054708960?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/5508264432054708960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=5508264432054708960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5508264432054708960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5508264432054708960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/monday-power-anthem_19.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z5V-S8jMrCs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-3843103358455830190</id><published>2011-09-16T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T08:44:22.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating. Explained.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/09/15/cheating-study-men-sex-women-love_n_963872.html"&gt;The Huffington Post&lt;/a&gt; directs us to study results suggesting that "while men are more likely to interrogate their partners about the sexual  nature of an affair, a woman will often ask her partner whether he is  in love with the other woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the results surprise you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share your thoughts on the study results, as well as any other general reflections on infidelity, in the comments section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-3843103358455830190?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/3843103358455830190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=3843103358455830190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3843103358455830190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3843103358455830190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/cheating-explained.html' title='Cheating. Explained.'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-8826727704768981120</id><published>2011-09-15T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T15:19:16.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear itself</title><content type='html'>I believe in aromatherapy. I have a database of inspirational quotes. I tout the psychological benefits of exercise, and I practice what I preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet somehow, I end up spending a good chunk of my time afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of this is necessary. I take a decent amount of (healthy) risks, because you can't savor a fear and adrenaline cocktail from the comfort of your couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I don't welcome fear with open arms. It surfaces in a variety of forms. Sometimes I fear I won't hit certain life milestones. (Thanks, Facebook!) Sometimes I fear I'll regret the quality of my relationships, or lack thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes -- like right now -- I fear things as mundane as a &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/08/16/1695403/the-art-of-playing-the-field.html"&gt;kickball game&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, my first instinct in this situation is to remind myself that concentrating on fear is a losing proposition -- it will consume your thoughts to the point where your dreaded outcome materializes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That approach doesn't always work. Maybe it's too rational. So I've turned to Courage -- as in, the name of a tube of &lt;a href="http://www.bareescentuals.com/on/demandware.store/Sites-BareEscentuals-Site/default/Home-Show?brandId=BM"&gt;bareMinerals&lt;/a&gt; lip gloss in my purse right now. Laugh, but I use it very selectively and so far it has a perfect fear-conquering track record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a version of Courage lip gloss -- something that temporarily blinds us to what we consider a really complicated world. Sometimes, however, fear disappears when we realize it really isn't that complicated after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with an excerpt from Roger Ebert's &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/books/memoirs/index.html?story=/books/2011/09/15/roger_ebert"&gt;new memoir&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe that if, at the end, according to our abilities, we have done  something to make others a little happier, and something to make  ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make  others less happy is a crime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To make ourselves unhappy is where all  crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true  no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-8826727704768981120?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/8826727704768981120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=8826727704768981120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/8826727704768981120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/8826727704768981120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/fear-itself.html' title='Fear itself'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-3077093260078842752</id><published>2011-09-15T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T08:48:21.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakebottom Bootcamp, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="290" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wMMTIksFxbQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I heard this song on my way to bootcamp AND on my way home. Coincidence? I think not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of entertaining my faithful readers, I followed through on a promise to attend &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lakebottom-Bootcamp/265806080101516"&gt;Lakebottom Bootcamp&lt;/a&gt; this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short recap: I had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for the longer version. I arrived right at 7:30 a.m. and learned we were doing a PT test today -- a setup slightly different than the usual workouts, from what I understand. Basically we had to do sit-ups, push-ups and a half-mile run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't really a quota, just an expectation to try your hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good format for my first time, since not everybody did their sit-ups and push-ups at once. You stood in line and stretched while waiting for your turn. When that moment arrived, the instructors timed you (2 minutes) and counted your push-ups, then sit-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all did the half-mile run together. The morning session had about 12-15 people, and I've heard the night sessions can attract up to 100. This morning had all women, spanning a variety of ages and backgrounds. Everybody was really nice, especially the two trainers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go back again, probably within the next few days, to see what it's like on a non-testing day. And yes, Lakebottom Bootcamp is still FREE. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lakebottom Bootcamp is held Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. Morning session is 7:30-8:30 a.m. and evening session is 6:30-7:30 p.m. Meet at the track at Lakebottom Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-3077093260078842752?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/3077093260078842752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=3077093260078842752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3077093260078842752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3077093260078842752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/lakebottom-bootcamp-part-2.html' title='Lakebottom Bootcamp, part 2'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wMMTIksFxbQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-1623092242920298941</id><published>2011-09-14T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:29:38.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakebottom Bootcamp</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start attending &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lakebottom-Bootcamp/265806080101516"&gt;Lakebottom Bootcamp&lt;/a&gt;, a free exercise program offered on weekdays at -- you guessed it -- Lakebottom Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's held Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. Morning session is 7:30-8:30 a.m. and evening session is 6:30-7:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan is to attend tomorrow morning (Thursday), but don't hate me if I'm too tired after obsessing over tonight's "Big Brother" finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a pretty cool program. I'm only concerned about a likely emphasis on sit-ups. I had a bad experience in sixth grade involving sit-ups, PE class and a public meltdown. Let's leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll post a review after my first session. And yeah, did I mention it's FREE?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post doesn't overtly pertain to nightlife and/or dating, but we all want to feel good about ourselves on the local meet market scene, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-1623092242920298941?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/1623092242920298941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=1623092242920298941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1623092242920298941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1623092242920298941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/lakebottom-bootcamp.html' title='Lakebottom Bootcamp'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2653634630240392239</id><published>2011-09-13T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T14:53:29.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you marry me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.yourtango.com/201194327/one-in-10-women-have-proposed"&gt;YourTango&lt;/a&gt; directs us to poll results suggesting one in 10 women have proposed to a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empowering? Maybe not. Here's an excerpt from the writer's post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Having to propose yourself seems almost like saying, "Sure, honey, I'm  willing to take on ALL the work—including asking you to be my husband."  Screw that! The least a guy can do is make up his own mind to get  married, plan the proposal, and get on one knee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate our culture's rigid gender expectations regarding marriage. It's frustrating that women can do so many things personally and professionally...but marriage remains the one arena where you basically have to sit back and abide by a man's time frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even more frustrated that most women can't just say, "Whatever. I'm going to defy tradition and propose myself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because honestly, a proposal that relies on the woman popping the question is viewed differently than the traditional scenario. It's often viewed as evidence of desperation, regardless of whether that's really true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens next? Do you think we'll get to a point where a woman can propose without worrying about social stigma? Are we already at that point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2653634630240392239?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2653634630240392239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2653634630240392239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2653634630240392239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2653634630240392239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/will-you-marry-me.html' title='Will you marry me?'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-9049326849109103456</id><published>2011-09-13T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T10:52:44.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interracial relationships</title><content type='html'>In &lt;a href="http://www.upi.com/Top_News/US/2011/09/12/86-of-US-approves-interracial-marriage/UPI-42891315850313/"&gt;these Gallup poll results&lt;/a&gt;, 86 percent of U.S. adults said they have no problem with interracial marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5839601/significant-percentage-of-americans-still-think-interracial-marriage-is-wrong"&gt;Jezebel &lt;/a&gt;notes, "Apparently this is supposed to be reason for celebration, but it's still  disturbing that more than 1 in 10 people are against two people loving  each other because of the color of their skin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who frequently peruses the racist rants in the online comments that accompany &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/"&gt;Ledger-Enquirer&lt;/a&gt; stories, I'm fully aware of these attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the race dynamic in the South is uniquely complex, but even while living in other parts of the country I encountered people leery of interracial relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if things are improving, it's still sad that you sometimes need a certain level of courage just to walk publicly with the person you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Does your community accept interracial relationships?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-9049326849109103456?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/9049326849109103456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=9049326849109103456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/9049326849109103456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/9049326849109103456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/interracial-relationships.html' title='Interracial relationships'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-5837982813705532839</id><published>2011-09-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T12:53:37.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's cooking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.delish.com/food/recalls-reviews/one-third-of-americans-do-not-know-how-to-cook?GT1=47001"&gt;These survey results&lt;/a&gt; suggest nearly a third of Americans don't know how to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought more groceries than usual over the weekend, since I'm making a renewed effort to eat more meals at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My domestic abilities strike a healthy balance between "cooking" and "not cooking." Yes, I have about a dozen dinner entrees in my repertoire. No, not everything in those entrees is made from scratch. Yes, I'll occasionally rely on canned sauces and pre-cut vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that still count as cooking? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many daters swoon at the promise of a home-cooked meal from their significant other. Yet they rarely specify their definition of "cooking" in this scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weigh in: If your date made you a "home-cooked meal" that relied largely on canned ingredients, would you be disappointed? Or is this a scenario where the thought counts more than the final result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(If you're a novice chef, consult the Ledger-Enquirer's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/dawn/"&gt;food blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for advice!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-5837982813705532839?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/5837982813705532839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=5837982813705532839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5837982813705532839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5837982813705532839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-cooking.html' title='What&apos;s cooking?'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-1320154301545960550</id><published>2011-09-12T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T07:57:23.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="290" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vKLV85PraFg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced to this tune in hopes of making my weekend last longer. It didn't really work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, this is one of my favorite party anthems. It's bittersweet, however, because Natasja Saad -- the woman featured in the song -- died in a 2007 car accident. RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seize the day and make time for a few brief dance parties in her honor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-1320154301545960550?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/1320154301545960550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=1320154301545960550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1320154301545960550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1320154301545960550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/monday-power-anthem.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vKLV85PraFg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-1129796339916791466</id><published>2011-09-09T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:15:40.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College football and romance</title><content type='html'>This week's &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/09/08/1725357/football-feuds.html"&gt;nightlife column&lt;/a&gt; is about what happens when you meet your perfect match...but he or she roots for your least favorite college football team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I’m one half of a relationship that doesn’t include  die-hard football loyalties. For football parties, I have the freedom to  tell my boyfriend to wear colors that match whatever dress I’m wearing  -- no questions asked.&lt;p&gt;What’s my advice for couples facing the uphill battle of conflicting football ties?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If  you can’t embrace your partner’s point of view, at least accept it.  Some kind of passion -- even if it rivals your own -- is better than a  life that relies on lukewarm views.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;On that note, the Columbus Contemporaries host a Contemporaries Kickoff party tonight (Sept. 9) at the Columbus Museum. Open to guests 21 and older, it starts at 7 p.m. Learn more &lt;a href="http://myemail.constantcontact.com/You-re-Invited.html?soid=1102099479780&amp;amp;aid=j2_1GOkzowE"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-1129796339916791466?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/1129796339916791466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=1129796339916791466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1129796339916791466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1129796339916791466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/college-football-and-romance.html' title='College football and romance'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-1261856855190092665</id><published>2011-09-08T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:22:34.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coca-Cola Freestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="player_swf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" width="400" height="332"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn-akm.vmixcore.com/core-flash/UnifiedVideoPlayer/UnifiedVideoPlayer.swf?player_id=2c204889d7769330f728a7e0ea17caa3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="player_id=2c204889d7769330f728a7e0ea17caa3&amp;amp;services_url=http://cdn-akm.vmixcore.com/core-flash/UnifiedVideoPlayer/services.xml&amp;amp;env=&amp;amp;token=V0lDFMfmfxwUpkfp-begqoYT3YaahKIqqg"&gt; &lt;embed name="player_swf" src="http://cdn-akm.vmixcore.com/core-flash/UnifiedVideoPlayer/UnifiedVideoPlayer.swf?player_id=2c204889d7769330f728a7e0ea17caa3" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="player_id=2c204889d7769330f728a7e0ea17caa3&amp;amp;services_url=http://cdn-akm.vmixcore.com/core-flash/UnifiedVideoPlayer/services.xml&amp;amp;env=&amp;amp;token=V0lDFMfmfxwUpkfp-begqoYT3YaahKIqqg" swliveconnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" width="400" height="332"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on a movie date? Prepare for some serious indecision -- well, at least if you're going to Carmike Cinemas' Ritz 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie theater has five new &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/09/08/1725996/coca-cola-freestyle-machine-introducing.html"&gt;Coca-Cola Freestyle machines&lt;/a&gt;, newfangled soda fountains that boast more than 100 different beverage brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the fun video I made with Cameraman on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your approach to the beverage selection process might have some parallels to dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose classic Coke after perusing all the options, you're probably a traditional dater who relies on time-tested standbys like roses, chocolate and dinner dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix your Coke with, say, Powerade and you're traditional with a slight streak of unpredictability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you go for something really wacky -- maybe a mix of Fanta, Minute Made Lemonade and Barq's -- you thrive on an unconventional approach to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I crafted that analysis pretty quickly. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-1261856855190092665?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/1261856855190092665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=1261856855190092665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1261856855190092665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1261856855190092665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/coca-cola-freestyle.html' title='Coca-Cola Freestyle'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2631297557417137640</id><published>2011-09-07T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T11:23:50.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this your dream man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dx-cX7W03RI" allowfullscreen="" width="390" frameborder="0" height="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video strikes a perfect balance between fun and creepy. Just watch. You won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://jezebel.com/5837715/ladies-meet-your-new-google-boyfriend-g+male"&gt;Jezebel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2631297557417137640?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2631297557417137640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2631297557417137640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2631297557417137640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2631297557417137640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-this-your-dream-man.html' title='Is this your dream man?'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dx-cX7W03RI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-837445080479760299</id><published>2011-09-06T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T13:22:02.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream double date?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glamour.com/sex-love-life/blogs/smitten/2011/09/5-celebrity-couples-we-want-to.html"&gt;Glamour &lt;/a&gt;has an interesting blog post that asks readers which celebrity couple(s) they'd like to join on a double date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting question, especially since finding real-life couples suitable for a double date adventure can be challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw the celebrity factor into the mix and you have an entirely new set of concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I often write about celebrities, I'm not too interested in the prospect of hanging out with famous people. I worry they'll be really mean in person and shatter my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I didn't want to join this celebrity double date discussion, but then the answer hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul McDonald and Nikki Reed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally obsessed with this couple, which includes an "American Idol" finalist and a "Twilight" star. I've already &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/07/27/1672919/video-american-idol-finalists.html"&gt;interviewed &lt;/a&gt;Paul McDonald, so I know he'd be nice on the date. I have no concerns about Nikki, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, um, let's make this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which celebrity couple would you join on a double date?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-837445080479760299?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/837445080479760299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=837445080479760299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/837445080479760299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/837445080479760299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/dream-double-date.html' title='Dream double date?'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2248904207558453411</id><published>2011-09-02T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T11:54:11.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer lovin'</title><content type='html'>Amid Labor Day's arrival, you've probably listened to some daters lament the end of a summer romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To curb the heartache accompanying the season's end, &lt;a href="http://www.tressugar.com/5-Ways-Heat-Up-Your-End-Summer-Romance-10602166"&gt;TresSugar&lt;/a&gt; offers tips "to keep summer lovin' hot for as long as possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said many tearful end-of-summer goodbyes in my younger days, but I'm reluctant to use the phrase "summer fling" in adulthood. It just seems like a primarily teenage phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no offense, Georgia, but your extreme heat makes summers pretty unromantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my love of sundresses and hot pants, I rarely feel sexy during a Georgia summer. That is, unless your definition of sexy includes frizzy hair and some nasty body odor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2248904207558453411?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2248904207558453411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2248904207558453411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2248904207558453411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2248904207558453411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer lovin&apos;'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-2475224824626996188</id><published>2011-09-01T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:50:52.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorce rings</title><content type='html'>It seems like the trend of turning your breakups into party occasions isn't going away soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest development? Divorce rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5836459/celebrate-your-split-with-a-hideous-diamond-divorce-ring"&gt;Jezebel &lt;/a&gt;details the phenomenon, which includes a giant diamond ring shaped like a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm divided on the trend. On one hand, I fully support anything that prevents my friends from moping around for two months post-breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, does wearing a ring resembling heartbreak really mean you've moved on? Maybe breakup parties, divorce cakes and heartbreak jewelry only heighten an obsession with a relationship that's dead and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-2475224824626996188?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/2475224824626996188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=2475224824626996188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2475224824626996188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/2475224824626996188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/divorce-rings.html' title='Divorce rings'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-1156930659754157739</id><published>2011-09-01T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T08:19:54.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too old for frat parties?</title><content type='html'>This week's &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/09/01/1715412/back-to-school-are-you-ever-too.html"&gt;nightlife column&lt;/a&gt; is about the common urge to hang out at your alma mater after graduating from college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had many boring weekends since leaving college, but keg  parties and dorm rooms were always much more than a car drive away.&lt;p&gt;But even without geography on my side, I’d like to think common sense alone would keep me away from the college party scene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many  of us have memories of "that person." You know, the one who graduated  with honors, secured a job quickly -- but still somehow ended up hanging  out in the dorms nearly every weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You publicly praised his  or her presence -- while privately wondering if social life in the real  world is really worse than college.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suppose there are exceptions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You  have more freedom when you return for an athletic event or homecoming  celebration. You know, events specifically designed to let alums mingle  with a crowd naive enough to attach value to box wine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That’s probably the best setup for victims of college nostalgia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because from what I’ve heard, trips back to the dorms are often accompanied by a harsh realization.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You’re too old for this stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-1156930659754157739?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/1156930659754157739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=1156930659754157739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1156930659754157739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1156930659754157739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/09/too-old-for-frat-parties.html' title='Too old for frat parties?'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-4848132474483628534</id><published>2011-08-31T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:21:55.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slutty cities</title><content type='html'>Need more proof that Columbus is classy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, our city isn't included in &lt;a href="http://dating.redeyechicago.com/date-report/1686-the-10-sluttiest-cities-in-america-2"&gt;this list&lt;/a&gt; of the 10 most promiscuous cities in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm down, Phenix City residents. You don't have anything to worry about, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, there are no Georgia or Alabama cities on the list. Did we luck out, or are we really better behaved in the relationship world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portland took the No. 1 spot. Anyone down for a road trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-4848132474483628534?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/4848132474483628534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=4848132474483628534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/4848132474483628534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/4848132474483628534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/08/slutty-cities.html' title='Slutty cities'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-5531572406128815138</id><published>2011-08-31T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:05:17.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy issues</title><content type='html'>For Mother's Day, I planned to write an elaborate column about the link between a guy's relationship with his mother and the success of his/her romantic relationships. The whole issue was pretty riveting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, I composed an entire essay on the issue. A little too deep for standard nightlife column fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it joined the many items in my "submit to Elle magazine" file. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now there's &lt;a href="http://www.nerve.com/news/love-sex/mamas-boys-less-likely-to-become-bad-boys"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; on Nerve pointing to research suggesting that a guy's relationship with his mom affects his behavior in situations beyond family matters. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dating, do you pay attention to how a guy treats his mom? Is that a factor in your relationship outlook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-5531572406128815138?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/5531572406128815138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=5531572406128815138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5531572406128815138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5531572406128815138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/08/mommy-issues.html' title='Mommy issues'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-6741420698964182591</id><published>2011-08-30T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T15:23:35.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in Magic?</title><content type='html'>I'd like your thoughts on a dating debacle/adventure that's making waves online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5833787/my-brief-okcupid-affair-with-a-world-champion-magic-the-gathering-player"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; a female writer's account of what happened when she dabbled in online dating and ended up going out with a world champion "Magic: The Gathering" player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things didn't end well. An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I'm shallow for not being able to see past Jon's world title. I'll  own that. But there's a larger point here: that judging people on  shallow stuff is human nature; one person's Magic is another person's  fingernail biting, or sports obsession, or verbal tic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No online dating  profile in the world is comprehensive enough to highlight every person's  peccadillo, or anticipate the inane biases that each of us lugs around.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic:_The_Gathering"&gt;"Magic: The Gathering"&lt;/a&gt; is a collectible card game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this largely because I spent a period of time smitten for someone obsessed with the game. It never really bothered me. A hobby is a hobby, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I'm certainly not in the position to judge other people's dating dealbreakers. I didn't entirely hate the writer after reading about her decision to judge a guy "because he's a nerd." But she could have presented things slightly, um, more pleasantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the essay is too harsh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-6741420698964182591?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/6741420698964182591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=6741420698964182591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6741420698964182591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6741420698964182591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-you-believe-in-magic.html' title='Do you believe in Magic?'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-5798794465730114784</id><published>2011-08-30T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T09:23:58.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miranda Lambert and Twitter</title><content type='html'>I learned a new word today, courtesy of country singer Miranda Lambert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twittow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, that's the appropriate label for a woman who's lost her husband to social networking site Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter + widow = Twittow. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda discusses her husband Blake Shelton's Twitter addiction in &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/08/30/miranda-lambert-on-blake-_n_941769.html"&gt;this interview&lt;/a&gt;, where she notes, "He's a Twitter addict... He promised me, the last time he put it back on  his phone after he deleted it, that he was going to keep it under  control."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really bought into the idea of social media addiction. However, based on the amount of time I spend updating the Ledger's &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/columbusledgerenquirer"&gt;Facebook page&lt;/a&gt; on weekends, my &lt;a href="http://dragoncon2011.blogspot.com/"&gt;boyfriend &lt;/a&gt;might have a different opinion on the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weigh in: Have you ever lost a significant other to Twitter or Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-5798794465730114784?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/5798794465730114784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=5798794465730114784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5798794465730114784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/5798794465730114784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/08/miranda-lambert-and-twitter.html' title='Miranda Lambert and Twitter'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-3555223421754566317</id><published>2011-08-29T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T11:54:26.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One MRS degree, please</title><content type='html'>Sad news: My &lt;a href="http://ripon.edu/index.html"&gt;alma mater&lt;/a&gt; isn't included in &lt;a href="http://gallery.yourtango.com/gallery/10_Colleges_That_Produce_The_Best_Husbands"&gt;this list&lt;/a&gt; of the top 10 colleges that produce the best husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, it gets even more depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren't any Georgia or Alabama schools on the list, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might wonder what classifies a college as producing good husbands. Glad you asked. Apparently, the list is based on academic rankings, graduate salaries, alumni generosity and campus beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, um, anyone want to go back to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-3555223421754566317?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/3555223421754566317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=3555223421754566317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3555223421754566317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3555223421754566317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-mrs-degree-please.html' title='One MRS degree, please'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-7343617354184879393</id><published>2011-08-29T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T08:08:02.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday power anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 520px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:684907/cp%7Eid%3D1668981%26vid%3D684907%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A684907" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." flashvars="" width="512" height="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding: 4px; margin-top: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Get More: &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/vma/2011/" style="color: rgb(67, 156, 216);" target="_blank"&gt;2011 VMA&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/" style="color: rgb(67, 156, 216);" target="_blank"&gt;Music&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/adele/artist.jhtml" style="color: rgb(67, 156, 216);" target="_blank"&gt;Adele&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my favorite performance from the &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/08/28/1711102/mtv-video-music-awards-2011-will.html"&gt;2011 MTV Video Music Awards&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, I liked this performance even better than Beyonce's baby bump reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, earlier this morning I received an e-mail from a reader who noted, "Adele's performance is LAME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess opinions make the world go round. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-7343617354184879393?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/7343617354184879393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=7343617354184879393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7343617354184879393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7343617354184879393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/08/monday-power-anthem_29.html' title='Monday power anthem'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-3054511453027484688</id><published>2011-08-26T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T08:53:07.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grilled cheese martinis</title><content type='html'>My colleague &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/08/26/1708044/fun-friday-cool-off-with-tasty.html"&gt;Dawn &lt;/a&gt;recently told her readers to try Limoncello. Great choice, but we offer a slightly different variety of alcohol recommendations here at The Walk of Shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A: &lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5834444/one-grilled-cheese-martini-please"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; grilled cheese martini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it really exists. The chief ingredient is grilled cheese sandwich-infused vodka, unsurprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a handful of martinis modeled after different foods, but this one takes things to an entirely different level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you try it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5834444/one-grilled-cheese-martini-please"&gt;Jezebel&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-3054511453027484688?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/3054511453027484688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=3054511453027484688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3054511453027484688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/3054511453027484688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/08/grilled-cheese-martinis.html' title='Grilled cheese martinis'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-1026610408426630234</id><published>2011-08-25T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:37:14.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent disco FTW</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gXd_9x9k7hc" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="345"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is interesting. There's a silent disco tonight (Thursday) at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Bourbon-Street-Bar/839399252#%21/profile.php?id=839399252"&gt;Bourbon Street Bar&lt;/a&gt;, 103 N. College Street in Auburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a silent disco? Well, it's basically your standard party...BUT everybody listens to club music from wireless headphones, rather than giant speakers. If you're not wearing the headphones, you can't hear the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn more by watching the video that accompanies this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, this is a big city phenomenon and I'm a little shocked to see it come to Auburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's party is open to guests 19 and older. Action starts around 11 p.m. EDT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-1026610408426630234?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/1026610408426630234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=1026610408426630234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1026610408426630234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/1026610408426630234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/08/silent-disco-ftw.html' title='Silent disco FTW'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gXd_9x9k7hc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-6032865889945726164</id><published>2011-08-25T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:02:24.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga and dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/laIr_d0hFB8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attribute many of my dating mistakes to a Lady Gaga phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the premise of this week's &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/08/25/1705601/bad-romance-lady-gagas-effect.html"&gt;nightlife column&lt;/a&gt;, which details Gaga's effect on my dating life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until recently, I couldn’t understand why some of my past romantic  relationships failed. I found the answer after some soul-searching set  to “Bad Romance.”&lt;p&gt;I failed at love because I tried to sustain affection with shock value alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For a long time, I thought the key to keeping someone around was to appear as far from ordinary as possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I attempted to dazzle dates with tales of previous romantic exploits, half of them exaggerated or selectively edited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In  the process, I made myself an alien dater, someone whose obsession with  tomorrow’s shock made her overlook today’s realities. Rather than  trying so hard to prove I was extraordinary, I should have showcased my  passion for the ordinary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I boasted dating’s equivalent of a meat  dress, when I really just needed to wear my favorite T-shirt and sing  “Poker Face” at a piano. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/2011/08/25/1705601/bad-romance-lady-gagas-effect.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-6032865889945726164?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/6032865889945726164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=6032865889945726164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6032865889945726164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/6032865889945726164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/08/lady-gaga-and-dating.html' title='Lady Gaga and dating'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/laIr_d0hFB8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286625563003483809.post-7286237025507425285</id><published>2011-08-24T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T11:45:35.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook purity</title><content type='html'>I spend a lot of time on Facebook. Generally, I justify it though my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, can you please "like" &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/columbusledgerenquirer"&gt;Ledger-Enquirer on Facebook&lt;/a&gt;? Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the amount of time I spend stalking people, I like to think I'm pretty private in my personal Facebook existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely post pictures. I don't list my relationship status. I don't "poke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, some people would I'm pretty active on the site. Consider my mom, who has three Facebook friends and still hasn't posted a profile photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where you fit in the spectrum? Take &lt;a href="http://thehairpin.com/2011/08/the-facebook-purity-test"&gt;this Facebook Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;, which includes 100 quick questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to hear your score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286625563003483809-7286237025507425285?l=sonyasorich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/feeds/7286237025507425285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286625563003483809&amp;postID=7286237025507425285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7286237025507425285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286625563003483809/posts/default/7286237025507425285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonyasorich.blogspot.com/2011/08/facebook-purity.html' title='Facebook purity'/><author><name>Sonya Sorich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10065890971796065415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.hermagazineonline.com/le/sonya_blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
