Sunday, January 31, 2010

This song makes everything better!

I used to feel that I had to choose between being a Peter Cincotti fan and a Michael Buble fan...and I realized that I certainly do not have to! They are two different guys and both special in their own ways.

(However, Peter still wins in my book, because he writes his own stuff and plays the piano and says stuff like, "I wish I was around back when people would go out to dinner and wear nice hats.")

But...I could listen to this song all day...and lately I've been feeling a bit wistful in my single girl existence, and I take these words to heart..."half of it's timing, and the other half's luck." :)

Diana Rissetto

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

I have noticed that almost everyone has tried online dating...

...and that it's nothing to be ashamed of.

It's hard to meet people out there.

I received a message from a young man that has this written in his profile...

It would be nice if you did not weigh a ton. Curves are great, I love curves on a woman, but I do not have a huge figure, and you should not, either.


Now, I hope this guy knows that sure, this WILL prevent "huge" girls from responding to his ad, but it will also prevent size 2 girls from paying him any attention...because he's a shallow jerk.

And he also writes that he looks lousy in photos and is soooooooo much better looking in person...

Can i respond with...

It would be nice if you looked good in photos. I don't want to risk ruining vacation and wedding photos. And, of course, I would prefer to have photogenic children.

I sympathize with all of the nice, smart, lovely girls looking in this world, because there's a lot of bad stuff out there.

Stay strong, girls.

Diana Rissetto


The other morning, I was driving to the train station and making the left onto Route 35 from West Park Avenue.

(This means nothing unless you know the town.)

There are always cars coming in the opposite direction, so I do what I always do...I weight for a green arrow.

I love green arrows.

I personally think ALL traffic lights should have green arrows.

I was at the light, and the woman behind me was having a fit...waving her arms...yelling at me...blasting her horn.

When the light finally turned red, she buried her face in her hands.

I shook my head to myself.

What on earth are you in such a rush for?

If you were rushing to the hospital, certainly you wouldn't be driving YOURSELF.

Why can't everybody just calm down...relax...have some patience?

On the same day, I went to Starbucks, which I don't do too often, but I count a skim latte as a healthy dose of protein and calcium.

At 9:30 in midtown Manhattan, Starbucks is crazy.

As I was waiting for my drink, the woman waiting next to me was tapping her feet, huffing and occasionally saying, "Jesus CHRIST."

All because her mocha latte was taking too long.

If you are able to afford a $5 cup of coffee, then you really can't possibly have too many problems.

Turn on the television...look at the devastation in Haiti...and that thirty-second extra wait at a light or in Starbucks really doesn't seem too bad.

Diana Rissetto

Sunday, January 17, 2010

I watched He's Just Not That Into You yesterday

When that book came-out, people came in full force to the bookstore for it...because when Oprah says, "Read this book..." everyone listens.

I yelled at the TV screen when Scarlett Johaansen yelled at the married guy she was seeing for cheating on her with his wife right in front of her.

"He is MARRIED. You KNOW he is MARRIED. So why on earth would you expect him to show YOU more respect than the woman he vowed to be with forever?" (I still always wonder why the blame seems to usually go to the "other woman" when the husband is the one who is breaking the promises...)

I enjoyed the movie, even though for the first half, I kept asking myself, "Is this movie supposed to be depressing? Because I'm getting pretty depressed...if a girl as adorable and sweet as Gigi is having problems, what hope do the rest of us have???"

The ending certainly redeemed it, and, of course, I found myself really connecting with that character.

Maybe I can't take hints, maybe I'm too optimistic...but I'd rather live my life with hope and COMPLETELY wearing my heart on my sleeve (I often feel like it is not only on my sleeve, but in bright neon colors) than being cynical.

Diana Rissetto

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

My heart sank yesterday.

And I now understand what that term means.

When your heart "sinks" really does sink. I mean, you actually FEEL it physically sinking. I wonder who it was that first coined that expression, because it absolutely fits.

However, I was able to choke-back the tears until about 10:30 PM, when my mother called...and then I cried and cried.

And cried.

I think I lost about twelve pounds of sodium.

I became a pathetic girl.

I'm not a pathetic girl.

I am sunny. I smile a lot.

I bounce off of walls.

The last thing in the entire world I want to be is a pathetic, typical girl crying over pathetic, typical girl stuff.

I'm better than that!


My mother was very sympathetic, but she also told me that life is not a movie and that I was expecting things to work-out like a movie.

Somebody once read my profile somewhere and told me they felt like they were reading the description of a Meg Ryan movie...but I'm not a movie...and as much as things always turn-out perfectly for Meg Ryan, they're not going to work-out perfectly for me all the time...because this is the real world. It stinks...but it's the real world.

Maybe the fact that I'm a writer really hurts me as well. I play God with characters...I make things resolve perfectly...I love a happy ending, with a bouncy Harry Connick song playing in the credits and the audience giving a satisfied, "Awwwwwwe." I fix things. I live life twice.

I was also called "idealistic" yesterday...I really don't think I am...I'm not going to claim that I come from the school of hard knocks...but it really hasn't always been THAT easy for me. People have told me on many occasions, "You're a tough cookie! You've gone through a lot at such a young age!" I know that the world is rough...I know that people get sick and die long before they should, and that earthquakes and planes that fly into buildings in our very own city kill thousands of innocent people.

My rose-colored glasses aren't THAT tinted.

But, at the same time, I really do try my best...I don't even think I TRY to be a good person, I think I genuinely AM a good person just because that was the way I was wired. I want to be happy and when something happens that really makes me feel like happiness is hard to achieve, I get more upset than I should.

I thought about that line from The Fantasticks, "Without a hurt, the heart is hallow."

And, going along with my previous entry about not taking things for granted anymore, maybe I can look at this as one of those, "I AM really lucky that I even HAVE a heart that is able to sink!"

Some people aren't so lucky. Some people go through lives never caring or crying or laughing over anything.

I will allow myself a very rare pathetic girl meltdown once in a while...the rest of the time, however? I prefer to live my life like a Meg Ryan movie and hope for a happy ending.

Diana Rissetto

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

I got multitudes of messages yesterday...

...about the death of Miep Gies.

One even said, "I just heard about Miep. I'm so sorry."

I didn't know Miep (of course), but everyone who knows me KNOWS that I am quite the Anne Frank enthusiast. I have read and watched everything Anne Frank related since I first saw the TV movie starring my childhood idol Melissa Gilbert as Anne.

The fact that Miep went on to live for 100 years, and had such a long, full life might be proof that good deeds do go rewarded sometimes.

I always loved what Miep had to say about being called a hero:

I stand at the end of the long, long line of good Dutch people who did what I did and more -- much more -- during those dark and terrible times years ago, but always like yesterday in the heart of those of us who bear witness

I'm sure Miep was greeted by many old friends who were very anxious to see her.


Sunday, January 10, 2010

In an effort to combat my insomnia...

...I am cutting-out coffee.

I will let you know if it does any good.

There are so many things I CAN get used to about New York City...

...and one that I will never.

And now I know
Spanish harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in new york city

Until you've seen this trash can dream come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the lord there's people out there like you
I thank the lord there's people out there like you

While mona lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light

This Broadway's got
Its got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tunes I might join in
Ill go my way alone
Grow my own, my own seeds shall be sown in new york city

Subways no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the lord for the people I have found
I thank the lord for the people I have found

It's really cold this time of year. I always complain around October because it means I can no longer leave home with wet hair in the morning. (I have a lot of hair. And I don't own a blow-dryer.)

However, I'm also always reminded of just how fortunate I am when I see all the homeless people in my train station every day. It's ten degrees out and they have nowhere else to makes my frozen curls seem extremely insignificant. It makes me sound like a spoiled brat.

I will never get used to seeing homeless people on the street. I have a memory of seeing the Radio City Christmas Show with my family when I was a kid, and on our way out, there was a homeless woman, in the street, shivering and rocking back-and-forth.

How come some people are surrounded by warmth and love and security and Christmas time...and others are shivering on the street? I remember thinking that at that moment, and I still think it every single day.

Every morning and evening, I walk by homeless people and my heart sinks...but I also walk by without giving them any money...and I tell myself, "I'm a single woman by would be really dumb if I opened my bag and wallet" and "How much help can a few coins do, anyway?"

And I realize that, for such a seemingly sensitive and compassionate person, I don't do nearly as much as I should.

Perspective is an amazing thing.

I can complain that I am underpaid.

I can feel wistful and envious when I hear about people my age buying homes.

I can grumble at having to wake-up a half-hour earlier so my hair isn't soaking wet as I go to my train.

Or I can just, as cliche as it might sound, accept that I am one of the luckiest people in the world.

Diana Rissetto

Friday, January 8, 2010

I have been battling insomnia since I was 9-years-old

and, no, that is not an exaggeration.

It all started the year I moved from New York City to New Jersey.

I remember being in my little yellow bedroom...for the first time, I wasn't sharing my room with my sister, and staring around, wondering why I couldn't fall asleep.

That year, I became hooked on Highway to Heaven reruns that came on at 3:30 AM.

I love Michael Landon.

And then my dad and I would watch Leave it to Beaver at 5 AM.

It's really a miracle I didn't fail out of the 4th grade.

I figured out that I couldn't handle the peace and quiet.

I was used to falling asleep to the sounds of horns honking and sidewalk bands and people yelling.

And, of course, that homeless guy who would belt-out "La Bamba" outside of our window every night.

The year my father was sick, I lost an especially great amount of sleep. In fact, I remember my English teacher saying to me one day, "You look good! You look like you might have gotten some sleep!"

When people are saying stuff like that to you, you know it's bad.

You know that means that you wear your insomnia on your sleeve, or under your eyes.

In fact, I'm amazed people often mistake me for being 17. I should look about 50 by now.

This past week, I have averaged about one hour of sleep a night.

I do everything that "they" say that you should.

I've tried lavender.



Warm milk and honey.

Tonight, I'm going to put an onion on my nightstand.

And if that doesn't work, I'll just stay-up and watch one of my favorite movies, Dream for an Insomniac. (It's about an Italian-American girl who is an insomniac that walks around dressed like Holly Golightly, hangs-out with a gay guy, loves Frank Sinatra, lost a parent at a young age, and has curly hair.

For some strange reason, I have always related to that character.

Diana Rissetto

Thursday, January 7, 2010

I finally got an Ipod!

I think it goes along with my efforts to start embracing change.

I now own an Ipod!

And how somebody like me, who has a fourteen-hour commute to work every day, has gone this long without one now just seems unthinkable.

When looking at the song collection on my Ipod, it is very clear that I'm a showtune junkie, given how many songs I have called "Finale" and "Overture".

It is also apparent that I am really about 80-years-old...I have six covers of "I'll Be Seeing You."

I wish I was around when "I'll Be Seeing You" would be played on the radio.

And then I could have dressed like this and had friends that dressed like this.

Diana Rissetto

Monday, January 4, 2010

I have The Bachelor on for background noise right now...

The guy is very cute! He has fantastic teeth. That's all I'll say about him.

However, I think the bachelor isn't the fun part of that show...I will tune in to make fun of the "contestants."

The girls on this show make me ashamed of my entire gender.

There is also another show on VH1...Tough Love...which features a 24-year-old girl who calls herself a failure because she is not married yet. While I don't exactly consider myself a feminist, perhaps I really am one at heart, because I think girls and attitudes like that are just pathetic.

Aren't we supposed to be modern women? Isn't it 2010?

Don't get me wrong...I am a HOPELESS romantic. I am old-fashioned, I swoon over hilariously sentimental movies on TCM, I listen to sappy songs, and I definitely do hope to get married some day...but I won't make it my chief goal in life.

I have gone to, roughly, 650 weddings over the past few years, mainly because I have about 650 older cousins and they all got married. On Sunday, I went to a wedding of a friend. It was lovely. (If not a little awkward, since I was the only Christian at this Jewish Orthodox wedding. I kissed the groom hello when I saw him. Apparently, I think I broke a big rule or something.) It's a little stranger when you go to a friend's wedding and see somebody your own age, a peer, "up there". All of a sudden, everybody has gone from not being married to being engaged or married. Most of my high school friends now have new names on Facebook.

I know a lot of girls get wistful at weddings, but I really don't see the point.

I think it's a lot easier to just be HAPPY for the person getting married than to ever be jealous or upset or resentful.

A few years ago, somebody said to me, very well-meaning, "You are so cute and pretty and funny and smart...HOW ARE YOU NOT MARRIED?"

She meant it as a compliment...but I think it's funny thing to say to only cute, pretty, funny, smart people get married? We see total trainwrecks of women with husbands on the Maury Povich show all the time. It was actually just a little I CAN'T be a cute, pretty, funny, smart woman WITHOUT being married? I can't be complete on my own?

I used to have visions of myself at my sister's wedding and guests saying to me, "So, you're not married...but CONGRATULATIONS ON THE PULITZER!" I felt I had to prove myself because people look down on you if you're not can't possibly be as happy/successful/fulfilled as somebody who IS married.

I'll never forget a relative telling my mother, "One down, one to go!" when my sister got if I was a huge burden on my family and society as a whole because I'm not married...only married people count! The one great thing ANYBODY can achieve is getting married!

Clearly something is wrong with you if you're not married! Clearly you're not as good as somebody with a ring on their left ring finger!

I didn't win a Pulitzer by the time my sister got married...and that's okay. I'm okay...and I have decided to stop feeling badly about myself and to just start feeling sorry for those girls crying on TV that they haven't registered for China by their 24th birthdays.

Diana Rissetto

Another great interview with MY guy, Cheyenne Jackson

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Another holiday season has come and gone...

...and I always suffer serious withdrawal once it is over.

It has also been yet another holiday season which the world has been without a holiday album from Peter Cincotti.

When I randomly ran into Peter at a Gavin Creel concert over a year ago, the first thing I said to him (after, "I am a huge huge huge fan!") was, "I REALLY WISH YOU HAD A HOLIDAY ALBUM!" (It probably would have been a little strange had that been the VERY first thing I said to him.)

He laughed and said, "Nobody's holiday album could compete with Ella' know, Ella Fitzgerald's." I told him how I really hated that I can't listen to him for more than a month every year, since I have a very strict "nothing but holiday music in between Thanksgiving and New Year's" rule. Sure, he DID record a nice little song called "My Favorite Time of Year" and he DOES mention Christmas songs in "Cinderella Beautiful", but it's not the same thing.

He also kept hitting me in the arm and laughing, in this, "Okay, random curly-haired girl, who on earth are you and why are you begging me to record a holiday album?" way.

(You know the way.)

The fact that this beautiful, warm, old-fashioned, cozy, romantic voice has not yet recorded "The Christmas Song", "Silver Bells", and "O Holy Night" is just really really really criminal.

(Then again, we live in a world where Jessica Simpson recorded a Christmas album years before Josh Groban did...and THAT, I will never understand...sorry, Jess.)

Peter, please take a lesson from your mentor, Harry Connick, Jr...who has released THREE holidays albums and has jokingly stated in interviews that he enjoys profiting from the holidays.

You have ten months.


Diana Rissetto

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Quick reflections on the start of the New Year...

Carousel was my dad and my SHOW. We saw it onstage together. We'd watch the movie together. We'd listen to the recording in the car. My dad was such a guy's guy, but he loved Rodgers and Hammerstein.

Ever since my dad died, I cannot go near's bad enough that it was our show, but the fact that it's about a dad dying and coming back to guide his daughter makes it just about infinitely worse. (Seriously, Dad, did you have to take things so literally???) I hear the opening chords, I cry all over the place. I hear ANY version of "If I Loved You", I'm a goner. I haven't watched the movie since before my dad died, and I think the only thing that will ever bring me back that show is Cheyenne possibly being Billy.

I've been feeling pretty off lately...I'm not sure why...I would blame it on the Quarterlife Crisis, but I feel like I should be beyond that by now!

I remember the last scene of Carousel, and this part:

You just stand on your own two feet. The world belongs to you as much as to the next fella, so don't give it up. And try not to be scared of people not liking you, just you try liking them. And just keep your faith, and your courage, and you'll turn out all right.

And a friend recently told me that the New York Post horoscopes are frighteningly, I started reading them.


Will worrying make things better? If it does it will be the first time ever.

I need to stop worrying so much and I need to stop being so hard on myself. Maybe 2010 will be a nice place to start doing all of that.

Diana Rissetto