One evening in college, when I was unfortunately absent, my friends sat around and tried to think of one word to describe each of us. One person was caring and another was motherly. Someone else was driven and a fourth was friendly.
You know what I was?
Obviously, I wasn’t there to defend my one word with an intricate diatribe and emotional speech on how my one word should be fabulous or cosmopolitan.
I’ve always been a little pissed about that complex thing.
Well, I’ve finally come to the realization that “complex” is a hell of a lot better than “nice” which is how Swiss Miss was recently described by her fellow cast member, someone my BFF knows well.
Beth: So tell me everything! What did he say about her? Did he talk to her? Are they friends? What’s she like? Start at the beginning. Oh my god, I can’t wait!
Zoe: He definitely spoke with her and his initial report is that she was nice.
Zoe: Yes. She’s apparently very nice and sweet.
Beth: 'Nice.' Jesus Christ. Who the hell wants to hang out with nice?
Zoe: Apparently Gavin.
Beth: Are you kidding me? I can’t think of anything worse.
Zoe: I know. Nice means boring.
Beth: Exactly. Ugh, nice. I can’t get over it.
Zoe: It’s the worst word in the world.
Beth: Not interesting, not funny, not smart, not bitchy, not obnoxious, not effervescent.
Zoe: And certainly not complex…