Friday, April 30, 2010
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Thursday, April 22, 2010
Really, this will always be an ongoing argument—like blackberry vs. iphone. Which ever one you have, you think is better. And then there are the phone stackers (aka have work Blackberry and personal iPhone), Yale undergrad Harvard grad (or visa-versa) yes, there are a few mincing around the city.
Mr. Bradley’s classmate, Slate editor Jacob Weisberg, was more specific but no less clear. “I mean,
is sort of the Yale campus without the classes, right?” he said. “Brooklyn’s where Yale graduates belong; Williamsburg is more where Harvard graduates belong.(and NYU boys can keep the Washington ) Harvard, though it sends many graduates to East Village —hello! this reporter among them—does not have the same relationship with New York as Yale—in part for the simple reason that it is much further away. New York
As Mr. Bradley put it: “The Harvard Club still feels to me like an outpost of another city—like it’s a subsidiary of a company that’s based somewhere else. The Yale Club feels more … I don’t know, Yale and
always go together. Of course they do.” (Reminder Yalies, its getting nice out make use of the YC rooftop bar. Decent martini’s and on the way home from work) New York
feel intense loyalty toward one another. Most of them love hanging out together, and prefer it to hanging out with anyone else. New York
There is a notion among Yaliens—the nonnative New Yorkers among them, at least—that the city is owned by them. (sad, but true) They covet ownership of it when they arrive, eyeing with frustrated envy the graduates of
and N.Y.U. in their midst who have already been here for four years. (envy is a strong word, most NYU boys cant find their way past Eastern Bloc, oh wait, sorry, forgot about Rockit) Columbia
“They’ll [Yalies] throw around names of places in a way Harvard kids don’t,” one
student complained. “They’ll say, ‘I’m at Botanica,’ even if they don’t know if you, someone who goes to school here, know what Botanica is, whereas I think Harvard kids would say, ‘I’m at a bar in Soho. It’s called Botanica.’ (well there is a lot wrong with this. Namely, who goes to “a bar in Columbia Soho” no one would ever say that. Period. That is the last place anyone would go for drinks.)
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Written by the team responsible for the similarly dark Bad Santa and based on a true story, I Love You Phillip Morris is an extraordinary film that serves as a reminder of just how good Carrey can be when he's not tied into a generic Hollywood crowd-pleaser. His comic timing remains as exquisite as ever, but this is not a loveable rubber-faced rogue. One could argue that, like The Truman Show, this is another film about a lost naif, but when it plays its final hand, I Love You Phillip Morris is really much, much stranger.Breakthrough, a showcase for Jim Carrey's sometimes untapped talent, with a strange twist ending: why has it taken so long for I Love You Phillip Morris to make it to American megaplexes? Sigh.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
RaGa to say the least! This movie is going to be traaaaaannnnnnyyy, but awesome in its ridiculousness. Liza is in it! What more can you ask for?
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Right now, flowerbeds are bursting with colorful blooms. What better way to match nature's exuberance for spring than with harlequin patterned shoes?
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Trash [trash] noun. One who lacks social grace, common manners and/or decency, or acts in an overall manner unacceptable beyond the DMV or KFC. Think guests on Jerry Springer or Jenny Jones or anyone who has ever willingly relocated to Nevada. We all know (or might be) one of those people who strolls up to low-key dinner parties, wasted, or stumbles into work late wearing the outfit from the previous day, or gives/receives oral sex in public bathrooms.
While everyone engages in behavior that may fall under the 'trash' umbrella sometimes, in order to be characterized as true trash, one must be a repeat offender and fulfill a certain level of criteria.
Here are some questions you might want to ask yourself when trying to determine if you're indeed trash:
- Do I own any Armani Exchange graphic t-shirts?
- Do I drink Mountain Dew?
- Do I spend my summers at the Jersey Shore?
- Does my skin look like leather?
- Do I have airbrushed tips?
- Do I have, or have ever had, blond highlights?
- Is my mobile phone be-dazzled?
Signature quotes of trash: "Oh, I never wear underwear on first dates. I just can't be bothered with looking all over the floor for my underwear the next morning," or "Yes I posted a pump and dump on craigslist last night -- girl's gotta get laid," or "Hell yeah -- I hit that shit and got myself OUT THE DOE'" (in reference to a crack pipe in Bedstuy).
At parties or big events, it's always easy to pick out the trash. He will be the one hoarding free drinks and hors d'oeuvre, and attempting to get into the VIP section even though he is only there because he came with a friend of a friend. Also don't be surprised if this person is seen out on the patio trying to bum cigarettes or flirting with someone's boyfriend (right in front of them). And that's when you know it's time to grab a Hefty bag -- and take out the trash.
See also: White trash, Trailer trash, Southern trash.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
You've probably already seen "Sassy Gay Friend", but if you haven't, here it is. Consider this a TTT public service to you.