I’m not an expert on copyright laws and infringement nor do I have a sound understanding of what that phrase actually means but I shall play it safe by not mentioning any actual TV shows and movies by name. The music industry can just look at it as me advertising their bands and artists through this chapter and I’m sure they will be glad to know that someone is a big fan of their work. Well, at least the work which I will mention in this chapter.
So to keep things consistent and ‘fun’, instead of mentioning the actual names of Rosie’s favourite movies, series and TV shows, I’ll just reference to them. Some lightly and some strongly so you know the kind of thing I’m talking about. Before, I mentioned that one of the things Rosie likes to be portrayed on her jewellery is, quote, a “talking starfish”. In case any of you are unfamiliar with this starfish’s identity and/or are thinking that Rosemary’ jewellery talks, let me clear things up. The starfish is a character on an animated TV show. He lives in the sea, and his best friend works a minimum wage job at a burger restaurant. The sponge talks too, of course.
This is a reflection of Rosemary’ light-hearted side; watching cartoons at 20. I won’t judge; my favourite superhero wears red underwear on top of his ensemble, in many of his depictions. In fact, I think having a favourite superhero puts me in no position to judge without having to mention the type of costume he wears. So I suppose, we all have that inner child. I won’t talk more on the starfish - I don’t really care for him, but she likes him so he had to be mentioned.
On the subject of animation, I’ll go through the other programs that take up the woman’s leisure time. Her favourite animation is about a teenage boy who has a deity complex on top of him being a little…murder-y. It’s one of my personal favourites. Hopefully, the anime I got her interested in last month has also made it onto her ‘favourites list’. That particular one is about a teenager with a big sword and a bigger temper, who fights evil spirits! Is that cool or what? Granted, if you had more information, you’d love it. Or better yet, see me after reading the book (or this sentence) and I’ll give you the name of the anime and you can go watch the first season. I promise, you’ll be hooked after that. Para-Rosey is.
One of her favourite movies include one that has talking farm animals and a charming story about a fish that loses his son in the deep blue sea. She wouldn’t be a normal laid back woman if she didn’t conquer the rite of passage her kind is mostly expected to go through - watching a vast franchise of movies and deviations about a Caucasian, blonde doll. Ladies, you know the one I’m talking about!
The more recent productions to make it onto her top-animated-movies list include a story about a boy with a very cool robot which also doubles as a nurse, and one about an eccentric alien race that comes to earth and makes it their home. Although, if aliens did exist, wouldn’t they all be eccentric in some way or another? They are aliens after all. That ends the ‘segment’ on animation. If you didn’t get some of those, she will. I don’t think she’d mind explaining them to you.
Like any normal 20 year-old woman, she likes series. Did I say ‘like’? I meant ‘love’. These individuals’ worlds would not go on properly without these weekly doses of intriguing, funny, dark, heart-warming or humorous stories to help them cope with the demands of being ravaged by hormones and rapid life changes- an aspect of life the creators of these stories prey on. It becomes very easy to increase ratings on a romantic, supernatural flick knowing that there are thousands, if not millions, of young women out there sitting on their couches, eating a tub of ice cream to stuff their emotions as they think about their recent breakup or unrequited crush or just simply, disappointment in the love department. It’s a gold mine of viewers searching for something they’d never find in real life - werewolves and love. But I think the existence or nonexistence of both is up for debate.
Having offended millions by saying all of that, I’ll reassure you and say Loise does not fit into the bracket of above-mentioned females. I hear there’s still some time (could be a few years or an eternity) before she runs into a werewolf though. I wouldn’t hold my breath. As far as love goes, you’d need a personal interview with her to get that information. Having already mentioned the werewolf-genre of series she fancies, time to move on to the next.
She watches a show(s) about vampires as well. You might be confused as to which one because there are more of those than there are churches these days. Actually, I take that back. There are a lot of churches in the world nowadays, but this isn’t a religious report. The point is, people like watching pale actors with fake fangs smeared with raspberry jam on their mouths. Whether the substitute for blood will be jam or something classier is a matter of budget but whatever the case, it must be awfully uncomfortable. I say that as someone who loathes having anything smeared anywhere where it doesn’t belong.
Moving on, she’s also not beneath watching series about young hackers trying to save the world, unknown entities that exhort children into doing questionable acts or televised talent shows. I hit a lot of markers with that last sentence.
As someone who has an interest in the animal kingdom and the supernatural, you can be sure that she likes documentaries about aliens and dogs. Respectively, not together. Although, that wouldn’t be a terrible idea. I suppose all we’d need is to answer a few questions for that show to get made; “Are we alone in the universe?” I’ll look for more questions required after I finish the book so I can get serious with this alien/dog thing!
She’s also into ‘reality’ shows. I put the quotes because the successful ones these days all seem too convenient. No one’s lives are that dramatic except ours. But of course, we’ll never get reality shows. We’d run the lot of them out of business, reality and fiction.
However, I haven’t found fault in the ones Ros watches. That might be because I haven’t watched them before. Not really. They comprise of mothers involved in dancing (or mothers poking their noses into their children’s dance careers. I’m not sure)… dangerous and/or repulsive challenges taken on to win money…fashion, and worldwide races (That one actually sounds interesting). We also share the appraisal of one South African stand-up comedian. Brilliantly funny man, he is. He’s apparently half Swiss.
She’s also a softie at best. A textbook romantic comedy or just a romantic movie can bring her to tears. That is, if the director, his crew and the actors play their cards right. She gets quite emotional in screenplays that evince heart-warming relationships, friendships and even human-animal companionship. A sweet gal, isn’t she? That’s the second time I’ve used the word ‘gal’, ever. I’m ashamed.
I’d like to point out that she’s spiritual. Don’t look at me; that could mean anything. If you think that this spirituality turns her off to the macabre, you’d be wrong. In fact, if I could turn off the spiritual side to her, you’d think she’s a recruiter for the dark side. Do they have those? I’m sure they do. I may have exaggerated just a little bit, but she definitely has gothic traits to her. The dark-side-recruiter bit may have come from my ‘deck of characteristics’. You can clearly see these Goth inclinations in the type of movies she watches, the type of literature she likes and most of all, her choice of music.
She has a pretty broad choice of music but the leading genre, without a doubt, is Rock/Alternative music. She’s also no stranger to Classical music. That gives her music taste a definitive angle of class. Terrible pun intended. Because it’s 11.50 pm right now and my ‘inspirational juices’ are in the narrow crevices of the barrel, I’ll wrap this music section up. I know I said I’d ‘advertise’ the musicians but come on, who’s gonna notice? >Coy smile<
Actually, let me say that, having seen her playlist before, listing all the bands and musicians she fancies would require me to author another book. I’ll write that down as a possible idea for a sequel. She probably would not mind being in one of these musicians’ music videos. Whether it’d be to sing with them or just be part of the experience, I don’t know, but she could do both. OK, enough!
Before I give you the run-up of Rosie and her food, I’d like to start by saying she loves drinking water. The obsession is beyond me – I hate drinking water. It’s not bad but I haven’t quite understood it yet. It might also be connected to her intense love for seafood. I don’t know what a kiwi is but she hates that. Like every other normal person, she loves ice cream and chocolate.
For a woman, she eats quite a lot, which is more than I can say for those women who starve themselves to try and carve out a desirable body for others and themselves to look at. Just eat what you want! Her body does quite well without being starved even though she doesn’t seem to eat much when she’s around me. You can probably tell that I’ve changed the way I’m addressing Rose. The clever ones picked it up a while ago when I started to get comfortable with this whole thing.
You may be able to tell that Rosie and I have or had some kind of relationship but there are still a number of options to fit the bill so I still maintain part of my anonymity. She’s the kind of woman who openly admits to loving ribs and a collection of other foods I either have no space to mention, or will not do so because I haven’t eaten them myself. Several sentences deep into the food section, it might sound like I’m condemning her diet. On the contrary, I like a woman who eats because I, being a fully functional human being with the full and broad use of his wits, eat.
She likes raisins (I don’t get that), ginger (I don’t get that either), noodles, and has a cereal that she holds in the highest regard – unidentified. Before dully closing this chapter, I will save the best for last in saying that she loves fizzy drinks. Her love for these reaches and/or surpasses a level where she finds it ok to have it weekly and precede its mention with the word, “behold”. Apparently, they’re that good. So, with that, ends the third chapter which I so appropriately named. Chapter Four will commence after I get a good night’s sleep and the literary stuff of dreams is hopefully flowing out of my fingertips once more! Although, you won’t feel the time gap at all.
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