Monday, December 10, 2007

Today's reason to hate humanity

As someone with notable, ahem, assets, I appreciated Sarah Hepola's piece in Salon about the trials and tribulations of bra shopping for the large-chested. I can empathize with her on many of her points. But this is not what this rant is about. What horrifies me about this article are the letters accompanying the piece. All the men saying, "Waaah, that's like a rich man complaining he's a walking wallet." You know what? Why don't you try hauling around an extra 10-15 pounds in the front and see how you like it? See if you enjoy the comments and stares. Yeah, I know it's a "grass is greener" deal, but it just pisses me off that the commentary seems to be either "shut up and deal" or "get surgery." Neither one of those options is particularly appealing. I just can't believe that it's almost 2008 and people still think it's perfectly OK to act like neanderthals. Ugh.

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Thursday, December 06, 2007

I should probably be more disappointed in myself for thinking that Kiefer Sutherland's mugshot is hot, but I'm really not.

Of course, lord knows when we'll see the next season of 24.

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Sunday, December 02, 2007

and now it's snowing?!?!

I trekked down to Philly with Beth and Chris to see Anthony Bourdain talk and then sign his new book. We got there fairly early, so our seats for the event were fabulous, but the general cluelessness (or, as Chris put it "Phillyness") of the Free Library staff meant that Beth and I were among the last in line for the actual signing. Dork that I was, I managed to stammer out that I use him as an example in my writing class and that I think his Salon piece on being trapped in Beirut is a stellar example of a personal essay. It bears witness to something and isn't completely self-absorbed. He was "flattered." There's a bad cell phone pic (thanks, Beth! and that is not at all snarky...) and now I have an autographed copy of his new book.

I don't feel as bad about my stammering as I might have since the questions in the Q&A portion were ridiculous. I really wanted him to tear into the girl who was in her second year of culinary school and was asking him for advice on "how to break into food television." Instead, he subtly insulted her while pretending to give advice. (The gist: Don't even bother with culinary school. Look at Rachael Ray--straight from the supermarket aisle to the Food Network.) There were a couple of vegetarians who were defending their choices (Bourdain thinks it "rude" when you turn down food offered to you from people of other cultures for just about any reason) and the random 54-year-old who had to proclaim him "sexy."

He's speaking again in NYC tomorrow and I think I'm going to head over there because Michael Ruhlman will be there as well. If you've seen the No Reservations episodes about Las Vegas or Cleveland, you know this is going to be good.

And yes, our way back included a slight detour through Fishtown and other bits of North Philly, as well as a flat tire in Cherry Hill, but we got back in one piece. Beth and Chris are fine road trip companions. Plus, they know that Pat's is the correct choice in the cheesesteak wars.

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