Every new year I resolve to do something attainable. I never make grand pronouncements about losing weight (yeah, like I’m gonna give up wine, cheese, bread, and chocolate) or attempt to be a better person (that would take more than a year). I try to come up with something small that I could actually accomplish without loads of willpower. Last year I resolved to wear more dresses because during that miserable time spent in grad school, I engaged in a little too much, err, retail therapy, and ended up with more skirts and dresses than any woman who is not Amish should have. The resolution worked for about a week, but when you live in Syracuse where the snow falls for 9 months it just made more sense to wear jeans tucked into ugly L.L. Bean catologue moonboots when trudging to campus. In 2010 I vow to be the only person who won’t comment or psychoanalyze Tiger Woods and his cheatin’ heart.
Admittedly, it took me over 24 hours of the new year to come up with this resolution. I did some soul searching during the Law & Order SVU marathon commercial breaks and determined that I really don’t care about Tiger Woods. Or golf. Yeah, I don’t care about golf and I really don’t want to hear all the psychobabble that bubbles up when it comes to sex, who’s having it and with whom. Sometimes seemingly nice, holy, perfect people with rose-fragranced shit make terrible choices. Men cheat, women cheat, and people do shitty things to each other. As someone who’s cheated, been cheated on, and who has (in the past) made moral pronouncements against other people, I will say this one thing and then carry on with my 2o10 resolution: Cheating is a selfish thing to do. So now I think I can live up to my promise and have a happy 2010 filled with minimal weight loss and whatever else may come.
