A while ago on Tough Love, Steve had the girls participate in a game called CUTE OR CRAZY? In this game, a random quirk or idiosyncrasy about each girl was announced to all male audience. Then the guys would determine whether their quirk was "cute" or "crazy." For example: one of the girls had unicorn tapestries all over her apartment. Another woman always wore an engagement ring that she'd proposed to herself with. It was all very chauvinistic, but that's besides the point.
All of this got me thinking, because I do do some pretty weird things. I mean, I don't propose to myself or anything, but I do have my fair share of eccentricities. Like, I think it's hilarious to buy tacky needle-points and porcelain figurines at thrift store and then decorate my house with them. I mean, it's pretty much a joke, but some people don't "get it." I mean, when I have a guest over for the first time, will they understand that my wooden plaque with mother/daughter unicorns drinking serenely from a babbling brook is just for kicks? Will they get the ironic, it's hip to be square kind of thing?
Another thing that causes me even more concern is my snowglobe collection. I've been collecting them since I was in high school, and I'm completely obsessed with them. Since it's been almost 10 years since I began assembling my assortment, the number of domes I've gathered has really grown. I mean, I buy snowglobes when I go out of town AND people buy them for me. I have A LOT. And they're proudly displayed in my room, right next to my bed. In other words, they're not a joke like the needle-points.
I always loved my snowglobes. I'd dust them often and wrap them individually whenever I moved. But one day, I had a new visitor. This visitor looked at my beloved collection and said, "ARE THOSE SNOWGLOBES?!" I said, "YES." I mean, what did he think they were? Big earrings? Then he started laughing really hard. I was just thinking he was drunk or something, but later he told me that it reminded him of Christine Taylor's character in Dodge Ball and how she had a massive collection of unicorns in her house. And how in the movie when a guy who was interested in her came over, he was all freaked out by her unis.
So ever since then, I've been self-conscious of my snowglobe collection. For a size reference: it takes up about two shelves on my bookshelf. I didn't even buy any snowglobes when I went to Europe this year, because this has really been weighing on my mind. It was kind of sad, but maybe it's just something I need to grow out of. I kind of think I should just be true to myself and keep on with the snowglobes. I mean, how are snowglobes any different from magnet collections or cookie jar collections? Maybe this guy was simply intimidated? But who knows, maybe it IS CRAZY and not cute?
Whatever, I'm keeping them.
(PS That is an actual picture of part of my collection)
