Saturday, March 27, 2010

Saturday Musings

I had a fabulous New York brunch of Pumpkin Waffles today! They came with dried cranberries, toasted walnuts, and cinnamon coated apple slices:

The weather is ridiculously erratic! Just one week ago, I was wearing a dress and flip flops; and now, it's back to gloves and a coat. It fascinates me how the climate has power to dictate so many things---moods, plans, outfits, etc.

I find that I watch too much T.V. when it's cold. I've been picking up stray episodes of The Office and officially have a new crush.

He's lanky, he's responsible, he's got a parched sense of humor. He's...........JIM HALPERT!!


Wednesday, March 24, 2010


In honor of my Philosophy of Feminist Literature course:

“Well-behaved women rarely make history”
Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

"A liberated woman is one who has sex before marriage and a job after."

Gloria Steinem

"I have yet to hear a man ask for advice on how to combine marriage and a career."
Gloria Steinem

"Some of us are becoming the men we wanted to marry."
Gloria Steinem

how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it"

Maya Angelou

Saturday, March 20, 2010

How can I work in this weather?

As I do every morning, I untangled myself from sleep, shuffled to the computer, and checked my e-mail, NYTimes, and the other daily websites.

It was supposed to be a mundane, lazy Saturday. That is, until I opened

The temperature is at a stable 70!

70 freaking degrees!!

After months of layering up in tights, pants, fluffy socks, boots, and sweaters, I can now walk out with a dress and Audrey Hepburn inspired sunglasses.

I've got my iced coffee, sandles, pedicure, iPOD, beach read novel, and camera.

Helloooooooo, Central Park!

Friday, March 12, 2010


(The weather went from iced coffee weather to hot coffee weather in less than 24 hours! BOO!)

Maybe the whole "New Yorkers are mean and negative" idea has some truth to it. Take, for example, my poetry professor. We kept the windows open in class on Wednesday and within ten minutes, heard the sweet bells of the ice cream man's truck.

Me: "Oh my god! The ice cream truck! It sounds like childhood!"

(People around shriek and start smiling in agreement.)

Cynical Poetry Professor: "I just want to throw a brick at that sound."

Me (with pained expression): "Why? Don't you think of those chocolate, Crunch bar popsicles?"

Cynical Poetry Professor (in soft, emo voice---what you would think Edgar Allen Poe might sound like): "No, I think of a creepy, wiry man trying to lure kids near his truck and take them."

(People around start frowning and nodding in agreement.)

New York instigates unexpected transformations in people. And this past week, I've realized that I am making an extremely surprising transformation....into a crazy bitch.

It is accepted that all relationships eventually transcend beyond the "honeymoon" period and that comfortable phase which follows also brings out some ugly parts. Well, that's where New York and I might be right now.

These grimy men huddle outside their shops every morning, yelping cat calls at girls who pass by. Some of them do it alone; others, prefer to do so as a flock. All us girls are just minding our business and trying to get to the subway.

But they don't care. They'll taunt you, ask you lame, rhetorical questions (why are you soooooo beautiful) and then whistle as you walk away. It is sooo incredibly disrespectful and rude.

I talked about this with my neighbor and she said does what most of us do: stick in the iPod headphones and just keep looking forward. Well, a few days ago, I was planning to do just that, but I forgot my iPod at home.

I briskly sauntered down 28th street with naked ears. (I was running a little late for a meeting and had not slept much the night before.) I passed a few men with the usual comments. But instead of ignoring them, I went against probably every spiritual recommendation and let them get to me. Each "holler" infuriated me more and more. So by the time I approached the last group of around 7 men, I was beyond PISSED.

"Good morning, beautiful. Just come say hi," the sleazy leader of the pack yelled. A ripple of deep laughter erupted from his adjacent men.

I kept looking forward. Ignore. Just Ignore. Just like everyday.

Then, he decides to be aggressive, steps in front of his pack, raises his voice, and insists, " I SAID good morning." He grinned condescendingly, revealing mildewy yellow and possibly some gold, teeth.

I'm not sure if it was the lack of sleep, the running late, or my utmost irritation with this daily burden, but I stopped, looked at him, and yelled: "Well, I said, SHUT THE F*** UP!"

Not only have I not heard any more cat calls, but my neighbor told me she doesn't, either!!

One small step for me; one big step for New York girls.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Southern Belle Lessons from a Prom Picture Party

This past weekend, I went home for my baby sister's prom. It flooded me with so many memories from my own prom, which was 6 freaking years ago (getting old!). I know a lot of my friends claim that they didn't really care about their own proms, but at the time of mine, I thought it was the biggest deal in the world. (Maybe everything feels like "the biggest deal in the world" when it is in our present.)

In any case, the picture party was INSANE. I'm talking 16 couples plus their families. The hostess, one of the girl's mom, was a brunette version of Martha Stewart. The woman made twenty different dishes, which were all artistically arranged on monogrammed china. On an adjacent table, there was a tower of red velvet cupcakes and Food Network worthy chocolate parfaits. That's one thing, among many, that I love about the South. There is a strong emphasis on hosting; inviting others to your well-presented home.

I got into a liberating chat with my sister's friend's aunt. She's one of those "cool", unfairly beautiful moms, whose tight skin and even tighter abs make her look like she never gave birth. Over a glass of white wine, she whisphered some "tips" to me about how to "get by":
*Ask a person you're speaking to plenty of questions about themselves (everybody loves talking about themselves, nobody likes talking about you for too long)
*Know the top 5 relevant pieces from that week's news
*Never lose your looks; according to her, a girl can be as intelligent and accomplished as she wants, but that will not compensate for her being "oogly" (her words, not mine).

She specified that these were tips for getting by in the admittingly superficial-tanning-bed-happy suburb we live in, and while that seems true, I think they're good pointers for anywhere!

Fun Oscars Moment: Seeing J. Lo in her dress!

Not-so-fun Oscars Moment:

Hearing this from my mother after Bradley Cooper and Gerard Butler come to present an award together:

(Dripping in an Indian accent)"They're BOTH delicious!"