Why Ross and Rachel’s Love So Isn’t Romantic to Me

friends ross and rachel

Today when I maybe shouldn’t have been doing so much Twittering and a little bit more working, I saw the most adorable Ross and Rachel graphic (you know Ross and Rachel—that couple on Friends who may or may not have been on a break?) It was a series of screenshots from the finale when – spoiler alert – Rachel got off the plane, and we got to see the two finally get their acts together. The Tweet got oodles and oodles of retweets, but all I could think was “ugh, I would never, ever, ever want that.

That’s right – me, the Friends-obsessed super-nerd, finds nothing romantic about the Ross and Rachel relationship.

friends shes your lobster

Don’t get me wrong. I’m an avid Friends fan who will always maintain that Ross is Rachel’s lobster, but I can’t in good conscience romanticize the relationship those two yahoos had, because I’m pretty sure when you look up the word “dysfunctional” in the dictionary, you see a photo of Jennifer Aniston and David Schwimmer as their iconic characters.

Because seriously, who wants to drag out a relationship with the supposed love of their life for ten whole years? Who wants someone as jealous as Ross, or as flighty as Rachel? Who wants to wait until their shared child is two years old before they actually get together for good? Who wants an entire relocation to France to be what makes you and your S.O. see that you were meant to be together?

It’s just nothing I could ever do, and I wouldn’t want to. When (if) I fall in love with someone, I don’t want it to be the juicy drug that I can’t kick; I want it to be like the sun. I want it to be the thing that keeps me warm, the thing that I know rises and sets the same, the thing that is in my life every day but never stops being beautiful.

friends i got off the plane

And I don’t want to get off the plane to show my S.O. how much I love him; I want to have something that makes me not want to get on it at all.

Viva la Halloweekend

I’m a senior in college.

Senior. In. College.

Holy smokes.

And in an effort to avoid the overly nostalgic “I’m never going to be able to live this kind of life again” lament over the end of my college years, I think I’m just going to say this: you gave me one hell of a Halloweekend, Assumption College, so thank you for making this mother of all first semester weekends so, so rad.

And what is a collegiate Halloweekend without some pretty awesome costumes? Here’s my pretty nifty handiwork (some very last minute) from this weekend.

Thursday Night:

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Yes, I was a pumpkin, and I’m pretty freakin’ proud of it! I’d been wanting to do this costume since freshman year, but it never really materialized, so to say I was pumped about this one is a bit of an understatement.

T-shirt: AC Moore (hand-painted by moi)

Skirt: H&M (years and years ago)

Sneaks: Converse (again, years and years ago)

Friday Night:

halloweekend roomiesHey, 5J! Pictured here is me and the roomies, all ready to head out on campus. We’ve got a lax bro from Kourtnie, Marilyn Monroe from Jenny, Audrey Hepburn from Nicole, “teen agnst/your middle school away message/your MySpace song” from me, a Greek goddess from Jenna, and a baby from Ericka!

Flannel: Delia*s

Crop top: Forever21

Skirt: Target

Over the knee socks: Delia*s

Boots: Target

Necklace: Forever21

Saturday Night:

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It’s like I was being called back to the mother ship by dressing up as a ski racer! Definitely the most fun (and least expensive) of my Halloween costumes this year.

Hat: keepsake from a ski race from when I was little

Goggles: Bolle

Long-sleeve: Target

Leggings: Aerie

Boots: L.L. Bean

And super extra bonus…


family pic

What a good-lookin’ family, huh? Sunday morning I drove back up to New Hampshire for family brunch to celebrate my parents’ 30th wedding anniversary. Shout out to them for being so awesome at being in love!