It can be hard enough to look on the bright side as an occasionally functional adult, but what about when you’re a teenager and the only thing your brain develops is more (b)acne? Impossible, I say! If only I’d had a Mr. Brightside-type on-hand during my high school years to put a positive spin on the sucky for me. Below is what I think he’d say….Read More
My new novel, Finding Mr. Brightside, is all about getting out of the ruts we dig for ourselves (sometimes without even realizing it). Not that I'm any less rut-prone than the next guy. And nowhere is that more apparent than my refrigerator and pantry, which contains a fine variety of life-shaving offerings from my favorite of all the food groups—the Processed Sugar “Food" Group.
Well, you can only watch so many “Katie Couric says America’s getting fat from sugar!!!” documentaries before you start to wonder, yo, am I getting fat, too?
Do you love taking selfies but feel strongly that someone should pay you for how freaking amazing they are? Sometimes I know exactly how you feel, which is why I’m putting my money where your camera phone is currently blocking your mouth.
Here’s how to get paid for your next selfie:
1. Be the first person to take a selfie with your copy of Finding Mr. Brightside at one of the below Finding-Mr.-Brightside-inspired locations. (Don't have a copy of Finding Mr. Brightside yet? Get one here.)Read More
Whenever anyone asks me my favorite question — “You want me to ask you what Finding Mr. Brightside’s about, don’t you, Jay?”—you’d think I’d be ready with an interesting answer or pre-order link. Instead, here’s me: “It’s like a teenage Silver Linings Playbook, have you seen that movie, haha, anyway, how’s your job going?”
Since that’s what I’m working with, next time I might as well sing them a description to the tune of Blank Space by Taylor Swift, with lyrics rewritten for Finding Mr. Brightside, right? Hit it!
I try not to think about what might’ve been. ‘Cause that was then. And then that Little Texas song gets in my head. But what if I was the kind of author who submitted the below title ideas to my publisher? Would any of my loyal family members/readers have been like, “F it, I’m gonna click this text link and pre-order Earth to Mr. Brightside!!”?Read More
Teaching any sort of thing to the object of your affection is a great way to make them hate spending time with you. In my new book, Finding Mr. Brightside, Abram takes the risk by trying to instruct the un-instructable Juliette how to play tennis. It pays off, sort of, but only because he employs many of the below tips in his teachings.
How to teach the thing you love to the one you love (without them hating you):
Don’t sound too authoritarian. Unless you want to answer a series of unanswerable questions, like, “Why are you being aggressive toward me when I’m just a beginner?” and “Aren’t we supposed to be having fun?”Read More
The holidays are a time of joy, peace, togetherness, and slipping quietly out into the night because you can’t take it anymore.
In my new book Finding Mr. Brightside -- click here for a chance to win a copy and a $25 Amazon.com eGift card -- Juliette is incredibly fluent in this kind of French … French exits, that is. A.k.a, leaving without saying goodbye to anyone. Yes, because she doesn’t want to be wherever she is, but also out of respect for the fun that others seem to be having despite the brutal circumstances.
Between office parties and family gatherings, you may find yourself in a similar panic-button situation this holiday season. By no means am I endorsing such disappearing acts, but it’s important to be realistic about the likelihood you’ll want to perform one, preferably without a trace.Read More
In my new book, Finding Mr. Brightside, Abram and Juliette have a boredom-inspired back-and-forth over who can think of the better tourism tagline for Moscow (e.g., "Moscow ... because you gotta kill yourself somewhere, right?!").
Similarly bored this past weekend, my girlfriend and I decided to have a "Who can think of a funnier Real Housewives of Beverly Hills tagline" competition. The problem is, she won. So now, in the spirit of good sportsmanship, I'm devoting an entire blog to trying to top her after-the-fact.
Lisa Van Der Pump
Actual tagline: “Throw me to the wolves and I shall return, leading the pack.”
Rejected tagline 1: Throw me to the wolves and I shall return, barking.*Read More
1. Dump out all the toys so that impossibly cute nephew -- a.k.a., the Chunkstah -- has more things to ignore while targeting the stuff he knows Mom and Dad don’t want him to touch.
2. Pick up snowman globe together (which is surely on the Chunkstah’s do-not-touch list) and sing a duet of “Let It Go” to it. Repeat. Do not substitute “Let It Go” for “Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?” because, as you can both agree without saying anything, the latter doesn’t really go anywhere vocally.Read More
And by you getting a puppy, I mean me, too, please, I really want a Golden Retriever. The problem I face is the same as the one Juliette encounters in my new book, Finding Mr. Brightside — namely, the brick wall I live with (and love everything else about besides her anti-puppy outlook) doesn’t think it’s the best idea. She thinks it’s the worst during the other 11 months of the year, too, but my dream seems to shatter against the brick-like “No” of her facial expression more loudly and tragically at Christmas.Read More
It’s the thought that counts when it comes to Christmas gifts, but what happens when a thought has led to one of the worst things you’ve ever opened? In my new book, Finding Mr. Brightside, Juliette encourages Abram to forgo getting her anything for Christmas, at least until after she's (jokingly) killed herself, for this very reason—not because she wouldn’t appreciate the attempt, because she’s a bad actress who doesn’t trust her own facial expressions. But maybe the below tips would’ve changed her fa-la-la-la-la...Read More
In my new book, Finding Mr. Brightside, Juliette ascertains in about 2.5 seconds that Abram has no business being on Paxil—a frustratingly fixable mistake that makes it harder for her to continue ignoring, among other things, the existence of his business.
Wondering if you’re making (or about to make) the same medication mistake as Abram? See below for some Juliette-like questions you may want to ask yourself and your doctor.*Read More
In my new book that I can’t seem to stop blogging about, Finding Mr. Brightside, Juliette has a hard time expressing any feelings for Abram without immediately wanting to take them back. The love-related ones are particularly tricky for her. But maybe if she’d tried writing some sweet-everythings down in a letter, she could’ve reached the moment of truth sooner (before ultimately driving off to go shred the letter).
But how do you tell a person how you really feel on paper without freaking out both parties irreversibly? By taking a look at my below to-do’s and not-to-do’s, of course.Read More
In my new book, Finding Mr. Brightside, Juliette gets dragged out onto the dance floor by twerking dervish Heidi and instinctive robot buster-outer Abram. What does any of that even mean? See below for a more detailed explanation.
Here are the 8 known dance floor archetypes (that I can currently think of):
1. Twerking dervish. Has a tendency to indiscriminately rub butt upon the fronts and/or backsides of others. Can often be heard encouraging fellow dancers to do the same/return the favor (“Get it!!!”), as is the case with lovable scene-stealer Heidi in Finding Mr. Brightside.Read More
Most of the time we’re too drunk nervous to enjoy our first kiss. This is the case for Juliette in my new book, Finding Mr. Brightside, who struggles with her tendency to vacuum the romance out of the room whenever the timing seems sexy enough for a lip lock — e.g., skinny dipping in the Atlantic. If only she’d had the below first-kiss tips, she might’ve jumped in (face first) a lot sooner. Live, learn, make out.Read More
In my new book, Finding Mr. Brightside, the main characters (Juliette and Abram) find themselves having a scandalous skinny-dipping moment in the Atlantic ocean, oops. By no means am I personally endorsing such body-baring pastimes, but if you absolutely must show what your mama still considers to be hers, arm and leg yourself with the below tips first.
1. When the person(s) you’re near water with suggest skinny-dipping as an option, don’t act too excited — i.e., take off your clothes and jump in immediately — as this will make you look like "the slutty one of the group" even though it was someone else's skank suggestion. It’s best to make fun of their unoriginal idea first, but in a noncommittal way that lets them know you’re not a can’t-get-my-hair-wet blanket.Read More
What’s less exciting than raking leaves? Not much, but bagging them is pretty down there. Which is why this fall I invested in some stupid-looking (but surprisingly valuable!) leaf scoops. Should you follow in my scoopsteps? Maybe check out the below list of pros and cons first.
Leaf scoops pros:
-Perfect for the self-frightened yard worker who can easily convince himself/herself that there’s a small anaconda or a brown recluse under every unturned anything.Read More
1. Before you do anything else, ask your friends and family how they think you should get married. Get as many opinions as possible—it’s always better to make highly personal decisions with the doubts of others swirling around inside your heads.
2. Hire a travel agent and pay them hundreds of dollars to tell you that your only viable destination-wedding option is an all-inclusive resort in Mexico that he/she directly profits from. You won’t regret it!Read More
I was 1 of approximately 4.2 people watching an episode of The Numbers Game the other day when the dorky host said it only takes 6 showers to become 20-something-percent physically tougher. Immediately, my brain was like, “You could do that easily, Jay … NOT!” See how that ****head talks to me? Determined to prove it wrong, I grabbed a towel, headed for my newly remodeled master bath, and proceeded to ruin the experience of having had it remodeled in the first place.
Cold shower 1: After I stop hyperventilating, I focus on moving my arms and legs as much as possible, like a crazy person who intentionally takes cold showers might do. Eventually, the experience transforms from horrible to STILL HORRIBLE, but I manage to wash most, if not all, of my (hot) body parts while silently cursing myself. My testosterone skyrockets. It plummets back to normal once I get out of the shower and realize I’ve left soap in a variety of easy-to-reach places.Read More