I need health insurance, not college credit.

INTERNSHIP POSITIONS. Yes, it's come to that. This economy is taking me for a Mr. Toad's wild ride of epic proportions. Here are a few companies that I have been asked to come and interview with. I have politely declined both. Granted, they are in San Francisco, so at least we're making some headway here.

www.girlfriendcircles.com

Um...no

www.wiserearth.org

Kind of cool, but I really need a job.

Bearded men.

Can this man be sexy?



The answer, of course, is a resounding YES.

If you have been living in a hole for the past few years, this is Justin Vernon. He just so happens to be the front man of a band named Bon Iver, good winter, in Francais, minus the 'h.' How do I pronounce it, you ask? Yeah that was up for a little debate, I'll admit. My roomies and I had been toying with bon (pronounced like "bone" but with more French emphasis, kind of like you have something stuck in the back of your throat). Or also, we've said "bon" as in, "Hi, I'd like a double dark chocolate bon-bon from your freezer." And Iver was really either Iver, like "hive" with an r, ok you get it, or eve air. So now that we all went to the show last Friday night, we can all say with confidence that Bon (bon-bon) Eve Air puts on a show for the people. They aim to please and please they do.

My group and I showed up in Hollywood to a line of massive proportions surrounding the Greek theater. I'm sure you can guess what we saw when walking past; lots of plaid, lots of beards, lots of little hipster girls with their cute ankle boots and shorts skirts, Corey Hart wannabes rockin' their ray-ban's at 9pm. LA is so prime for people watching, something I will truly miss ONLY when I get out of here.

Anyway, once we got into the venue, our group broke in half. Half went down to the floor, amongst the sweat and chaos of scantily deodorized men, no doubt, (and no thanks) and half went up to the balcony. I, myself, was ready to sit and just take in Justin's baby soothing voice, so I went up.

Once the girls and I found a few seats, we were unpleasantly surprised by the sounds of the opening band. To be honest, I can't even begin to tell you their name, there is really no party of me that would ever like to relive this musical experience, so suffice it to say I was looking forward to the only reason I was sitting in that red velvet seat.

Ok, pathetic excuse for a band leaving...enter Bon Iver.

They started off with some material from their recent E.P's. My personal favorite being "Babys," which, is about making, well...(cough). The group's harmonies were flawless, each member's voice brought something different to the mix. Everyone within site was mesmerized, awaiting the next song, his next word, the next intimate moment with a man we've been bringing on our commutes to work, inviting to host our dinner parties and serenading us to sleep at night.

YES. So unassuming, so talented, so sexy. The three other members of his band, very talented, (actually his drummer was quite hot) but there is definitely something about Justin that makes you want to hold his hand. Watching him with the guitar is such a treat. I couldn't ever imagine being so comfortable with an instrument. What a love language. I just want to be Emma.

The pinnacle of the evening was the performance of "Skinny Love" hands down. Justin on the guitar and the three other members each on their own drum sets. A pulse was given to the Greek. We all beat in unison and when it was over, we died a momentary death.

Lights on. Time to go home. We want more because there is none.

THE GIRL EFFECT

I am back. Who knows for how long, but I figure if I just plan on inserting small parts of my daily life in here, instead of putting insurmountable pressures on myself to be witty and clever at all times, then we all win. This is an organization that I am in love with. NIKE is actually spearheading it, which I'm quite surprised at. I won't get into the ethics of sweat shops for now, because we all know how depressing that could get. But bravo NIKE, you are doing something to be proud of. I want to be a part of this. I want to work for this organization in a bad way, even if it takes me to rainy (and hip) Oregon. Take me. Until then...enjoy this gem: