The Picky Eater


Besides a love of pop culture, I also have a love for all things food. Let me clarify that, I do not love all things food. I’m an extremely picky eater. So maybe I’m not as picky as some people, but when I like something, it’s a big deal. When I was younger, I wanted to be a chef, and culinary school was something I saw in my future. Even though my passions have changed, I still love baking and cooking. Sunday nights are reserved for father-daughter bonding over The Food Network. For my birthday or Hanukkah one year, I even got a fancy schmancy Kitchen Aid mixer. My mom did say that I can go to culinary school after I graduate from UD if that is something I choose to do. So now, here’s a new section of the blog, The Picky Eater. Enjoy!


Life in Perspective

Growing up in suburbia it almost seems as if we life inside a safe bubble that is impermeable to all means. In our protected bubble, it seems that nothing can go wrong. We continue to live our lives as if we are invincible, but that’s just a cruel illusion.

We hear about tragedies and horrible occurrences that happen around our nation, and we think how lucky we are. We acknowledge that these acts exist, but we never think that it will happen to us or someone that we know. And until it does, we truly do not understand what it feels like to be a victim to life’s unfair ways.

In June 2011, I saw something posted on Facebook.  Someone who I went to camp with had gone missing. Three years later, she is still missing. We see on the news stories about children who are lost or who have been abducted, but it hits you differently when it has happened to someone that you know or know of.

This morning, that feeling of loss returned to me once again. A former classmate of mine tragically lost his life last night, and the circumstances are still under investigation. I am not one to hypothesis what happened, so if you are looking for that, this is not the blog for you. I personally did not know him. After middle school, he went to private school, but that doesn’t mean that this loss does not mean anything to me or anyone who just knew of him like me.

A death is still a death, there is no other way to put it. Never in a million years did I think that a former classmate of mine would be the victim of such a travesty. There’s no other way to put it.

We think we live in a protective bubble, and sometimes, it is easier to get through the day thinking that. Tragedies like this put life in perspective. We aren’t guaranteed anything, and life can be unfair and cruel. We need to live each day to the fullest and tell our friends and families that we love them.

Live From The Waiting Room

No matter where I am or where I am going, time is important to me. I like to leave early to get to a destination and arrive to said place early.

I’ve always liked to be early or on time. I remember always being nervous at camp when we were on a trip when we were approaching our check in time. I had to be there early. The earlier, the better.

When appointments run on time, everything is in order, and hopefully things will go smoothly. But when something runs late, everything crumbles down around as if I’m playing a game of JENGA.

One of my biggest pet peeves in when doctors appointments start late. I just don’t have the patients( get it? bad joke, I know) to wait.

So right now, I’m live from an doctors office because I’ve managed to get hurt once again. My appointment was at 3:30. I got here at 3:20. The women sitting next to me had an appointment scheduled for 2:30 and she has yet to make it to an exam room. Then she tells me that the doctor is good, but once I get to an exam room my appointment won’t begin for approximately 30 more minutes. Oh the joy!

To be fair, I know that emergencies happen and that some patients require more time to be seen. Life gets in the way and people run late all the time. But our time is worth something. And it’s clear that the young man in a wheel chair doing laps around the waiting room is with me on this.

My mom was supposed to come to this appointment. But she has to be somewhere with Reed at 5:15. By the time she would arrive here, odds are she’d have to turn around and leave. And I’m supposed to be somewhere too. Well okay, a Starbucks and or froyo date with one of my friends can happen any time, but it’s the principle.

My appointment was scheduled for 3:30. Now it’s 4. I say, I’m lucky if I get out of here by 5:30. Wish me luck.


I’m Not A Doctor, But I Play One On TV



If you don’t know by now, I am beyond obsessed with Grey’s Anatomy. I have seen every single episode of it and its spinoff Private Practice, so I’m practically a doctor. Right? I mean I self-diagnosed myself with measles after watching an episode of Private Practice (or at least I thought I had measles). With the amount of medical knowledge I know, I’m qualified to be a surgeon, OBGYN, psychologist, pediatrician, and a practitioner of alternative medicine but let’s be honest, Brett + blood = a complete and total disaster.

So once upon a time, well to be exact on Thursday, March 31, 2011, I watched my first live episode of Grey’s Anatomy. You probably think that I am crazy for knowing this, but there is a reason I remember the exact date. It was the night before my first appointment with the G.I. doctor. Anyway, the first episode that I saw in its entirety was the musical one. While this episode has got
ten a ton of criticism, I was hooked.

Now, this wasn’t the first time that I had actually watched Grey’s. In fact, I remember going into my mom and dad’s room and watching an episode on the DVR, but giving up on it because I was totally confused. Fast forward to when I’m in high school, and I’m probably obsessed to at a point that is totally unhealthy.

So after that fateful day in 2011, thanks to Netflix, I was able to catch myself up to real time. I have continued to watch the show and have witnessed deaths (R.I.P. Mark Sloan and Lexie Grey), births (sup Bailey), and even weddings.

I’m even one of those people who continues to watch the episodes that are in syndication. Even though I am away at school, the DVR in the den at home continues to record the episodes that air every afternoon on Lifetime much to my family’s chagrin.

So without further ado, here’s a little insight on some of my favorite TV show characters that have been brought to life thanks to the mastermind herself, Shonda Rhimes. * DISCLAIMER: Only focusing on characters on the show now (actual doctors, sorry Jo!)*


So they main character of Grey’s Anatomy is Meredith Grey. She was dark and twisted, but not so much anymore. Her mom was Seattle Grace legend Ellis Grey, and is married to McDreamy with two kids.


Ladies, may I introduce to you the one and only Derek Shepherd aka McDreamy. Derek is a neurosurgeon who at the start of the series was still married to my girl Addison Forbes Montgomery even though he was seeing Meredith. Derek seems to be one of the moral guides to the hospital, an upstanding friend, and has had a lot of success.


Cristina Yang always had to be number one. She likes when she is the center of attention. To be totally honest with you, I don’t really like her. While I may not be a huge fan of the character that will be disappearing from the shows after this season’s finale, Sandra Oh did a spectacular job playing her.


Owen Hunt at one point was married to Yang. Once again, not a huge fan of the character, so I will just say that he should find someone who actually wants to have kids so he can move on with his life.



Calzona. Now you might be thinking that I meant to type Calzone, but I didn’t. Calzona is the celebrity couple name of Callie Torres and Arizona Robbins. Grey’s had attempted the lesbian story line before, but this one is the best. I actually love these two together. They have been through a lot, and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. But there’s something about these two. And while both of the actresses in real life are straight, they do a really good job acting as a couple.

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Alex Karev has come a long way since the series started. Originally, he was an egotistical jerk who only cared about himself. However, he has transformed completely in part because of a slew of psycho girlfriends and a wife. He is now pediatric surgeon, which is funny because he wanted to go into plastics.


Miranda Bailey was the resident that was in charge of the interns when they entered the halls of Grey Sloan Memorial back in the day when it was known as Seattle Grace. Don’t be fooled by the fact that Bailey is a mom. She has a history of being tough and scary.



JACKSON AND APRIL ARE PERFECT (or maybe they aren’t after seeing the preview to this week’s episode). SO GLAD THEY ELOPED. Fun fact, I had a dream a few days ago where I was speaking to Jackson in Spanish. That is all.

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Webber started off as the Chief of Surgery at Seattle Grace. Even though he isn’t the chief anymore, he is still referred to as Chief Webber, and he’ll always be the chief in my mind.



So if you have taken anything away from this blog, you should know that Grey’s Anatomy is one hell of a television show. Even though my mother makes fun of me for watching it, it really is good, and I suggest you go log onto your Netflix account now and start watching it from
season 1 episode 1. Now some ABC executive is going to be happy that I said this; Grey’s Anatomy is all new this Thursday at 9 pm on ABC. Check it out!

“Every Song Ends. Is There Any Reason Not To Enjoy The Music?”

“Every Song Ends. Is There Any Reason Not To Enjoy The Music?”

Tonight, millions of Americans tuned in to the final hour of the hit television show How I Met Your Mother. Tonight, viewers saw a group of friends who over the last 9 years have turned into their friends grace the small screen for the last time. Whether you were a fan of the ending or not, you may now be grappling with the loss in your life and pondering what comes next. Maybe, you are about to experience the 5 stages of grief. If you are unfamiliar with this, please allow my girl Summer Roberts to demonstrate this phenomenon (watch up to 2:05

When a show ends that you have watched, it feels almost like a part of your life has ended as well. I know that this seems far fetched, but I read something in English about parasocial relationships, so I know that this occurrence actually happens. You’re left with a feeling of emptiness and abandonment. It doesn’t matter if you watched the show live or binged watched it on Netflix. You still get that feeling in your stomach that indicates that something you have become attached to is no longer there.

I started watching One Tree Hill when I was in 8th grade. I stayed home sick and the season 4 finale was airing on SoapNet. Although I was absolutely confused about the story line, I was hooked and caught up to real time in less than 2 weeks. So when the season finale aired, I gave my family ample notice that the den was mine for the 2 hours it was on TV so I could watch the cast retrospective and then the episode. I let them know that I would probably be crying, and then I watched. It was kind of surreal seeing the show come to an end. When I started to watch, the show had already been on for 6 years. But when I was watching the 13th episode of season 9, I felt like I had been watching for all 9 years. I felt like I was in Tree Hill, NC and witnessed Nathan transform from the basketball captain who was an arrogant, narcissistic dick turn into a loving husband and father. I was there to see Brooke transition from slutty party girl into a responsible woman running a business with a family. So when U2’s song, One Tree Hill played in the final moments I saw my friends on screen, I felt like I was a part of something that was larger than me.

When I finished watching The O.C., I was left with questions. Would Seth and Summer make it as a married couple? Did Taylor and Ryan ever get back together after they exchanged glances at Seth and Summer’s wedding? Did Ryan help out the boy outside the construction site, just like Sandy helped him? While I know that I’ll never know the answers to these questions, it’s a coping mechanism that helped me get over this.

Or maybe, when a show ends, you get the satisfaction of a character returning or a story line being completed, like when Michael Scott popped up in the series finale of The Office.

I know that How I Met Your Mother ended differently than some people wanted. While the ending may not have been ideal to some, the journey came to an end, illustrating relationships, love lost, and love found. It sucks when a show has to end, it really does, but every show reaches its curtain call at some point. Most shows don’t even make it to their 9th season like HIMYM did. So the fact that we were graced with the characters that we became so attached to for almost a decade is impressive and a gift too.

When we start watching a show, we know that at some point, it will come to an end. Whether that be after 2 seasons, 9 seasons, or 15 seasons, is there any reason not to enjoy the show as it goes along?



Public Service Annoucement

Attention all who read this blog:

No I have not gone missing, and I have not runaway from Newark, De. I have not joined a cult or the circus. I know that I haven’t updated this blog since God knows when, so that’s what I’m doing now.

So here we are, live from my criminal justice class. Life has gotten in the way, and I haven’t had a moment to truly breath. So this update is to let you all know that I am indeed alive, and that I intended to get my blogging act together by Thursday. You have my word for it.

Keep checking for updates, and thank you all for reading and following my blog!

You Named Your Baby What?!

Something that I love doing is looking at celebrity baby names. I know that sounds kind of strange, but trust me it is interesting. I like having a name that normally is reserved for boys. I mean, how many girls named Brett do you know? I know 3 including myself, but that is it. But to celebrities, the name Brett is as bland as a plain bagel that hasn’t been toasted and topped with butter or in the words of Sandy Cohen of The OC ‘”shmeared”. So with that in mind, let’s take a look at the out there names that celebrities bestow upon their children.

  • Apple is the daughter of Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin. Her brother’s name is Moses. Can you imagine her wedding invitation? We invite you to join us as our daughter Apple marries…
  • Shannyn Sossamon (who?) has a child named Audio ScienceAudio, would you like to tell the class what you brought for show and tell?
  • Cher Horowitz, I mean Alicia Silverstone named her son Bear Blu. Bear Blu, Bear Blu, what do you see?
  • Frank Zappa has to be one of the worst offenders of them all. His children are named Diva Thin Muffin, Dweezil, and Moon Unit. I don’t even have commentary for this
  • Moxie CrimeFighter  is the moniker that Penn Jillette’s daughter is stuck with. The name’s CrimeFighter. Moxie CrimeFighter.
  • Jason Lee of “My Name is Earl” named his son Pilot InspektorPilot will never have to learn how to correctly spell Inspektor.
  • Supermodel Elle Macpherson named her son AureliusI don’t know how to pronounce this, and I doubt he does either.
  • Former Playboy bunny Holly Madison named her daughter Rainbow AuroraSomewhere over the Rainbow Aurora blue birds fly.
  • Kal-El is the name of Nicolas Cage’s son. Clearly he has a thing for Superman.

You can name your child pretty much whatever you want. A couple even named their child Hashtag. Be creative, but be realistic. Don’t name your child after a fruit or vegetable. Or do if that is your thing. But give your child a quasi normal name, not some name that will cause them to resent you forever.