Why Do Men Hate Celine Dion?

Yeah,... why?
First of all, my beau doesn't like her, when I asked him why he said that she gave him a headache. Her voice's too loud and I think he also said too high. The impression that I got from my beau was that the voice was piercing his ear lobes.
Also, in Glamour (September Edition), there's this monthly column written by a guy, (Jake, a man's opinion). Jake wrote that if it's up to men, Celine Dion would be arrested for crimes against humanity.
Hahaha.... funny... Uhm,... sorry...
Next, yesterday, I randomly surfed the blogger and found one guy that also said that he hates her.
Lastly, I remember this one movie, "How to lose a guy in 10 days". In the movie, the leading lady took him to a Celine Dion Concert in attempt to "lose the guy". The guy walked out from the concert looking like a retarded like he was beaten up and the IQ dropped 40 points.
For the record, the movie was a disappointment, however the question remains: Why do men hate Celine Dion?

It Rained in Ravinia

I'd been waiting for this day for over a month now . Been gushing talking & planning for it.
Why?
Well, I bought these tickets to see da man, Tony Bennett. I love his music. Well, actually I love his and any kind of music by someone in the same genre and about as old as he, dead or alive (hint: Frank Sinatra). But since Sinatra is no longer in the same cosmic as I am so Tony made it to numero uno.
OK, so my roomie thought that she wanted to stay home instead, got some other issues to handle so it left me and my beau. I've been eyeing the weather forecast for the last 10 days and got to conclusion that the weather wasn't going to get better. The weather hated Tony Bennett. It's raining, cloudy hazy, chilly, and windy (read my previous post), you name it.
So there we were in the middle of the big lawn... , a big sea of umbrellas. (Sigh) I remember thinking, 'all the things people do for Tony Bennett'. And it was hard to find a good spot. My beau asked me how we're going to sit in the soaked-up grass, so we rented some chairs. I felt bad for my beau, all of this was my ambition for another guy (Tony Bennett is another guy) and he went along with it, drove me there, put up with the weather and the soaked-up grass. Did I mention it was cold? Yep, it hadn't changed.
Now, I'm a tropical creature, okay. I don't perform well in cold weather. I'll catch a cold 10x faster than most people living here. To make it worse, it was still 2 hours till the show began.
So,... look... this is what my beau made me. A nice tent made of plastic, chairs and an umbrella rooftop (not shown here).
While people were soaking wet, I sat reading my magazine. Dry and wind-free, eating some fried chicken & freedom fries. Sharing a blanket with my beau.
Life is good.

The wind and my lovely skirt

I loved the weather today, no sun, no rain, no chilly temp, just the right ambience. I walked on the street so happily this morning and that's very rare, because my mood before 11 AM has always been hell.
Not all are happy though, the security guard in the building where I work complained that she didn't get enough tan this summer (showing her arms which are dark already). I told her she could get all wrinkly so fast from the sun exposure but she said that she's almost 50 and had no wrinkle at all (which is kinda true).
Well,... there goes my theory.
Hm,... I never thought that she's almost fifty. Interesting...
Anyway, talking about my happy mood this morning, I decided to wear my cute, black, wavy-at-the-bottom skirt that I bought a couple of months ago. I walked pass Sears tower on my way to work and huff.... the wind blew my skirt up and thus I flashed everybody there. A lady, two guys, a Sears tower security guard whom I hate because he always mumbles something (read:fishy stuffs) everytime I pass by. Hmpfff....
I think there are more people behind me, and I bet they also saw the wind getting groovy on my skirt.
One of the two guys smiled at me but I was busy fighting the wind that I didn't really care to smile back at him nor that I wanted to.
So then, my well-brushed hair was a mess and I was running late and people saw too much of my skin, and it's only 9 AM.
Good job....
My mood went straight back to hell.
This teach us all some lessons, people: When wearing skirt, make sure to wear nice panties, just in case. Also, this proved that this sure is a windy city (regardless the fact that they meant 'windy' politic).
Okay that's it for me.
Wow,... this is my first posting, and I talk about panties already.