Karl Lagerfeld is a genius...
Monday, October 27, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
You know shit's bad when...
Damn! When old, white folks are offing themselves, things have got to be bad. Real, real bad. This is in NO way meant to make light of such a serious issue (suicide), I'm just saying...when people of color are finding more reason to live (in this country) white folk must really be going through some shit. I once read that the sudden hike in the suicide rate during last recession is the reason why office windows are now sealed shut...
Middle-Aged Women Drive Suicide Rise
By Maggie Fox, Reuters
WASHINGTON (Oct. 21) - U.S. suicide rates appear to be on the rise, driven mostly by middle-aged white women, researchers reported on Tuesday.
They found a disturbing increase in suicides between 1999 and 2005 and said the pattern had changed in an unmistakable way -- although the reasons behind the change are not clear.
The overall suicide rate rose 0.7 percent during this time, but the rate for white men aged 40 to 64 rose 2.7 percent and for middle-aged women 3.9 percent, the team at Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore found.
"The biggest increase that we have seen between 1999 and 2005 was the increase in poisoning suicide in women -- that went up by 57 percent," said Susan Baker, a professor in injury prevention with a special expertise in suicide.
Middle-Aged Women Drive Suicide Rise
By Maggie Fox, Reuters
WASHINGTON (Oct. 21) - U.S. suicide rates appear to be on the rise, driven mostly by middle-aged white women, researchers reported on Tuesday.
They found a disturbing increase in suicides between 1999 and 2005 and said the pattern had changed in an unmistakable way -- although the reasons behind the change are not clear.
The overall suicide rate rose 0.7 percent during this time, but the rate for white men aged 40 to 64 rose 2.7 percent and for middle-aged women 3.9 percent, the team at Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore found.
"The biggest increase that we have seen between 1999 and 2005 was the increase in poisoning suicide in women -- that went up by 57 percent," said Susan Baker, a professor in injury prevention with a special expertise in suicide.
Monday, September 29, 2008
What's the Rush?
I blame Sex and the City. For bringing to light all which is true - if you're not married by 30, you're damaged goods. Okay, I'm kidding. You're not damaged goods. First of all, I don't agree with the institution of marriage (at least in the traditional sense, where it came from etc...), and second, its not legal for me to marry in this country - do the math, I'm a homo.
Nonetheless, there is an urgency for companionship in your late 20's. An "oh, shit, am I going to end up an old maid with 12 cats?". Well, not me because I'm allergic, but you know what I'm saying. I got a bad case of the "oh crap I need to meet someone" the other day. I guess it was just a poor choice of song selections on my iPod that had me thinkin' of love, or marriage, or wait, they're supposed to be one in the same, right? Anyway, so I'm sitting there minding my beez wax when a couple gets on the train, well they were either a couple or really affectionate brother and sister (hey, it happens). The man kindly offers the lady the seat (right next to me) and she grabs his bags, since he's standing. How sweet *pulls out barf bag* and at that precise moment my iPod dies. Fuck. So, its not like I wanted to be all in their business, I had no choice. It was either this couple or the two women across from me gossiping about some coworker, and since I didn't have the full story, it wouldn't have been fair to listen (even I believe myself, sometimes).
I'm jumping on board mid story, but I can tell she's going on and on about the morning she had at the gym. How it was empty and she got to use her favorite machine (its the little things in life, people). And how the only stations on the big tv's were MTV (my current employer, ironic!) and ESPN ...then goes on about how some employee comes over to her and asks if she would like to change channels, and she tells him thats its okay, she likes ESPN and how she loves sports, like its some sort of accomplishment, and then she's goes on about how the guy's so impressed to meet a woman that's into sports - what is this, 1952...unless the gym guy was Omish, I'm most certain he's met a woman into something crazy like sports. I'm looking around, so not to be caught eavesdropping, but I glance up at the guy, and he's is just somewhere else. His mind is on another planet. She's yapping, on and on and he's not even listening! But he's good at this game because he waits for his cue (for the chick to shut up) and on beat, smiles and nods and says "oh that's funny, honey". Best part is how BEFORE she's completely finished her story, he jumps in and starts telling his. Its as if he had been sitting there just waiting his turn to speak this whole time. So, he jumps in and proceeds to tell and even more boring story, something about his coworkers and a file and Bob didn't have it but Sue swore she gave it to him and it was on Toms desk the whole time *insert fake laugh here*. And I glance over at her...and what's she doing? Staring at the train floor...blank. She's not even paying attention to him. I'm like HELLO the file was on Toms' the whole time, ain't that a hoot?!?! Crickets from her. She too, waited her cue smiled and nodded, but she was good, she added a hand stroke for affection (nice touch!).
Its a tennis game, the two go back and forth with boring stories up the entire west side of Manhattan. It was a long ass train ride, a long iPodless train ride. He talks about some prick at work, she's trying to decide if to order Thai or not, neither paying attention to what the other has to say...and me, well I'm just eavesdropping hoping that THIS isn't what all relationships end up like.
Is this what we have to look forward to?...finding someone to smile and nod at while patiently awaiting your turn to speak? If so, then I'm ALL SET. At least when I talk to myself, there's always someone listening.
Nonetheless, there is an urgency for companionship in your late 20's. An "oh, shit, am I going to end up an old maid with 12 cats?". Well, not me because I'm allergic, but you know what I'm saying. I got a bad case of the "oh crap I need to meet someone" the other day. I guess it was just a poor choice of song selections on my iPod that had me thinkin' of love, or marriage, or wait, they're supposed to be one in the same, right? Anyway, so I'm sitting there minding my beez wax when a couple gets on the train, well they were either a couple or really affectionate brother and sister (hey, it happens). The man kindly offers the lady the seat (right next to me) and she grabs his bags, since he's standing. How sweet *pulls out barf bag* and at that precise moment my iPod dies. Fuck. So, its not like I wanted to be all in their business, I had no choice. It was either this couple or the two women across from me gossiping about some coworker, and since I didn't have the full story, it wouldn't have been fair to listen (even I believe myself, sometimes).
I'm jumping on board mid story, but I can tell she's going on and on about the morning she had at the gym. How it was empty and she got to use her favorite machine (its the little things in life, people). And how the only stations on the big tv's were MTV (my current employer, ironic!) and ESPN ...then goes on about how some employee comes over to her and asks if she would like to change channels, and she tells him thats its okay, she likes ESPN and how she loves sports, like its some sort of accomplishment, and then she's goes on about how the guy's so impressed to meet a woman that's into sports - what is this, 1952...unless the gym guy was Omish, I'm most certain he's met a woman into something crazy like sports. I'm looking around, so not to be caught eavesdropping, but I glance up at the guy, and he's is just somewhere else. His mind is on another planet. She's yapping, on and on and he's not even listening! But he's good at this game because he waits for his cue (for the chick to shut up) and on beat, smiles and nods and says "oh that's funny, honey". Best part is how BEFORE she's completely finished her story, he jumps in and starts telling his. Its as if he had been sitting there just waiting his turn to speak this whole time. So, he jumps in and proceeds to tell and even more boring story, something about his coworkers and a file and Bob didn't have it but Sue swore she gave it to him and it was on Toms desk the whole time *insert fake laugh here*. And I glance over at her...and what's she doing? Staring at the train floor...blank. She's not even paying attention to him. I'm like HELLO the file was on Toms' the whole time, ain't that a hoot?!?! Crickets from her. She too, waited her cue smiled and nodded, but she was good, she added a hand stroke for affection (nice touch!).
Its a tennis game, the two go back and forth with boring stories up the entire west side of Manhattan. It was a long ass train ride, a long iPodless train ride. He talks about some prick at work, she's trying to decide if to order Thai or not, neither paying attention to what the other has to say...and me, well I'm just eavesdropping hoping that THIS isn't what all relationships end up like.
Is this what we have to look forward to?...finding someone to smile and nod at while patiently awaiting your turn to speak? If so, then I'm ALL SET. At least when I talk to myself, there's always someone listening.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
I'm Just Sayin'...
Some shit to ponder...
1. If the Republicans take the win this November, should the Dems just call it quits?
2. Is Megan Fox the new (and improved) Angelina Jolie? Hello 2.0!
3. Speaking of part duex, is it really 90210.2 without Dylan? I mean, c'mon.
4. Even though he's an arrogant fuck, don't you just love Kanye West? Can't sing worth a lick, but his latest single is a ballad....AND its #1 on iTunes!
5. Should people of color be nervous that white people are no longer afraid to live in Harlem?
6. AND...with all of this gentrification, shouldn't they at least soften the blow by adding Bustelo to the Starbucks menu? Like "Hey Beaner, you can no longer afford rent, but for $5 you can still keep your flavor..."
7. Really Sarah Palin? ...really?
8. Why does the media care if Lindsey Lohan comes out of the closet? Could she get any worse roles than the one's she's been getting? When Mean Girls is your claim to fame, its safe to say, Hollywood isn't shittin' on you because of your sexual orientation.
9. Thank you to the Emmy's for proving that 5 over-paid nobodies can not replace one priceless gay. Bring back Ellen!
10. Is it okay to smack the shit out of "hard core"Hillary Clinton supporters that are now voting for Palin?
Anyone?
1. If the Republicans take the win this November, should the Dems just call it quits?
2. Is Megan Fox the new (and improved) Angelina Jolie? Hello 2.0!
3. Speaking of part duex, is it really 90210.2 without Dylan? I mean, c'mon.
4. Even though he's an arrogant fuck, don't you just love Kanye West? Can't sing worth a lick, but his latest single is a ballad....AND its #1 on iTunes!
5. Should people of color be nervous that white people are no longer afraid to live in Harlem?
6. AND...with all of this gentrification, shouldn't they at least soften the blow by adding Bustelo to the Starbucks menu? Like "Hey Beaner, you can no longer afford rent, but for $5 you can still keep your flavor..."
7. Really Sarah Palin? ...really?
8. Why does the media care if Lindsey Lohan comes out of the closet? Could she get any worse roles than the one's she's been getting? When Mean Girls is your claim to fame, its safe to say, Hollywood isn't shittin' on you because of your sexual orientation.
9. Thank you to the Emmy's for proving that 5 over-paid nobodies can not replace one priceless gay. Bring back Ellen!
10. Is it okay to smack the shit out of "hard core"Hillary Clinton supporters that are now voting for Palin?
Anyone?
Friday, August 29, 2008
Fuckin' New Yorkers...
Okay, so Its 7:45pm and I'm on the 1 train headed uptown on a Thursday evening, the Thursday before a long weekend, might I add - that's a mess in and of itself.
Its the perfect mesh of rush hour commuters, adventurous tourists, crying babies, annoying tweens and creepy old men(shoot me in the face)...all piled on top of one another like a raft out of Cuba. Whatever, I hustled a seat and proceeded to drown them out, God bless iTunes.
We're putt-puttin along, the occasional asshole holds up the process by sticking his foot in the door, the random tourist jump up at the last minute realizing its their stop - why carry maps if we're not going to use them? Finally we get to 96th st - the mecca of confusion (I swear people get dumb when they have options), and don't let that express train pull in on the opposite track, its every man for himself, fuck women and children. Anyway, train doors open but no ones getting off, which then means no one can get on (and why people try to shove in is beyond me).
So, I'm sitting there in my own little world, not worrying about who's shoving or being shoved and out of the corner of my eye (I was sitting by the door that connects the train cars) I see a guy jump from the platform on to the train, in between the doors. JUMP FROM THE PLATFORM!!! Maneuver the ropes and let himself on the train. Really, Mr. Trainhopper? Is getting on THIS train worth risking ur life? How crazy do you have to be to jump from a fucking platform on to a train? Needless to say everyone moved and made room for his crazy ass, who clearly has no fear - a mother fucker willing to jump from a platform is not someone you want to piss off - and the icing on the cake was that he was Latino! Yeah, I'm beginning to think we should just close the boarders.
It takes a lot to shock New Yorkers (and me!), but this was some shit. This was almost as exciting as the time I saw a man do a bump of coke on a train at 3 in the afternoon...hm, it was the same train line, come to think of it. Maybe I should look into a different route cause all of the crazies seem to have taken over the 1 line. I fucking love this city.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Seriously?
Recession...blah, blah, blah. Oil prices...yada, yada, yada.
But charging a fee for checking in your luggage?! Thats some shit! That's like charging for toilet paper, or an added fee for shoe laces when you buy shoes.
What's next, a deposit on the oxygen masks?
And American Airline as some nerve, having the highest fee ($15 for the 1st bag, $25 for the 2nd) AND the highest rate of mishandled baggage claims. So, you're basically paying American Airlines to lose your shit.
Yikes.
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