So! I guess this is my introductory post! I got this blog about two years ago and have neglected it since. Now, I'll use it to chronicle the mundane happenings in my new Manhattan life for family, friends, or whoever to keep up with.
There was an electrical fire in front of one of the W. 4th buildings this morning, which leaves my friend Aimee & I with a free afternoon. (All right, I admit that my afternoon's freedom was carefully crafted from the select skipping of a few classes, but hey. My throat's kinda sore.) And as two freewheeling chicas with empty afternoons, we are of course obligated to buy and watch The Darjeeling Limited. The electrical fire was obviously a sign sent by Wes Anderson himself, and one does not question the genius that is Wes Anderson.
Yesterday was Andy's birthday. We baked 48 cupcakes accordingly, and went a little crazy on the decorating end. Who needs Magnolia when you have food coloring?
Tokyo trip: 17 days and counting.
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I thought I'd resist the urge to talk about politics here, but I just can't help it. Whoops.
Tina Fey's segment on SNL's Weeked Update this past Saturday (sorry, no video links-- NBC's being all territorial about copyrighted material on Youtube again) reminded me of why I'd really like to see a woman in the White House.
I went to the Madame Tussaud's in Times Square at the beginning of last semester, a time when obligatory touristy things still had to be got out of the way. In the room with the historical figures, a boy paused in front of the wax Hillary Clinton, whom I had just finished making faces at. I am not the biggest Hillary fan, but it still appalled me when this boy, who couldn't have been more than ten years old, pointedly asked, addressing no one in particular, "Why would anyone want a woman to be president? They're stupid!" His mom shushed him with a "Shh honey, not here," dragging him away from my group of friends (all educated women, we were playing up the Evil Eye big time) with the hand that wasn't occupied by his toddler sister.
I could have slapped the both of them into the middle of next week.
Not here? Really? How about "Don't you ever let me hear you talking like that again, you little twat? Just who do you think brought you into this world?" or "Hey Timmy, remember when you failed your last spelling test?" or even "Don't talk like that in front of your young, impressionable sister?" How does making that comment elsewhere turn it any more acceptable?
So Tina Fey was brilliant this Saturday, and I was reminded of how much I'd like a woman to be president, especially a straight-up bitch who would whip this country into shape-- just, not Hillary. Ugh. Why'd it have to be her?
Darjeeling Limited was awesome. As for Hilary, I don't think she gets a lot of fanmail. read more
on I wonder if the three of us would've been friends in real life. Not as brothers, but as people.