Red Hearts' News

February 2010 - Posts

  • Red Hearts: News: Facebook for A Broken Heart

    By Sam Lewin, 20, reporting from New York City, on how to celebrate being newly single online.

    "No longer listed as in a relationship" lingers on my Facebook profile. It reminds me of my new single status, sure, but also the one thing my broken heart can do about it—celebrate.

    Alone this Valentines Day? Who cares? Evidently not you. You'll be utilizing a socially acceptable means to prove to the world and yourself that you're fine—better than fine. Go and post those pictures of your carefree antics, that cute like-a-brother buddy (who your former boyfriend didn't happen to meet) with his arm casually slung around your shoulder (a loving gesture he never thought to extend to you), and guess what? Our exes will have to take it.

    No, it's not the straightest or most selfless route to saving face. But that's the beauty of Facebook, isn't it? We use Facebook to report on our lives in a space where narcissism is glorified, where, however "it's complicated," we're expected to assert our extraordinary vibrancy and fun-loving character.

    See, somewhere in my heartache I realized that communicating via status or pics has the unique quality of appearing non-specific, i.e., not directed at my ex. The insecurity in my voice remains hidden beneath seemingly thoughtless announcements to an anonymous empty abyss. Awesome isn't it?

    Just remember that the virtual land of masked passive aggression, like anything else, has its two-way roads. Be aware that your ex wields the same power of profile and just might reciprocate for your lonely heart to see. And if you dare break social barriers by bringing this data out of cyberspace and into conversation—and he dares say that the new pics were "my girlfriend's idea" and he never gave it a second thought—well, you'll have to take it.

    But don't be bitter. I'm not. As my Facebook friends can plainly see, I never lost my composure.

  • RED Hearts: News: Pup Love

    Annie Littlewood, 21, reporting from Overland Park, Kansas, on the dog who's here to sit and stay.

    I always had a dog during childhood. Our last dog, a German shepherd named Buddy Love, had to be put to sleep a couple of months after I graduated from high school.

    It took four years for me to finally decide it was time for a new companion. Then for months, my boyfriend Pieter and I discussed making a home for our friend's Boxer's soon-to-be puppies. When we met Captain Mauser, two days after his birth, we knew immediately he was the one.

    Dog parenthood is a huge responsibility and expense. You have to be mature enough to take care of yourself and another living thing. Will you be able to do it alone? How will your roommates feel? Where do you spend your holidays? Is there someone to babysit if you have to go out of town without him/her? Do you truly want to start a friendship that will inevitably end in death? Can you handle that?

    If you're not up for the months of training, there are plenty of older orphaned, free animals that need love (find out how you can help animal victims of the Haiti disaster here). Animal shelters are the best places to find a dog who is already potty-trained, has its shots, can walk on a leash, and doesn't chew on furniture, shoes, trash, etc.

    There are also a lot of essentials that come with that animal: food, leashes, bones, shampoo, brushes, vitamins, veterinarian visits. About.com gives a chart on average yearly expenses of dog ownership. And, dogs need consistent exercise — so you have to be up for the walks too. Taking Mauser out twice a day has given us an exercise routine, plus more time to hold hands.

    When I come home, my pup's shiny, chestnut-brown body wiggles uncontrollably, and I can see, feel his pure, honest adoration. Your dog will fill your life with daily comfort and joy — a blessing that can always cure you of boredom. (Fetch is the best game.) I get to wake up every morning with my best friend, a being who will be more consistent in loving me than any sweetheart, taking up the entire end of my bed.