Friday, August 25, 2006

Yo, you need a tissue?

Hurled chunks of chicken and wine on the F train at the Bergen Street stop heading home from a rooftop party.

It was foul.

I cleared out a whole train car.

The view of opulent lower manhattan from 50 Murray was so beautiful.

I have to work a Lassie premiere tomorrow.

I hope I don't throw up during the dog's photo session.

Have a good weekend.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Is he salty cuz he's nebish?

Am I too late to jump on the Broken Social Scene bandwagon, Is there even a bandwagon? If so, do you have to be white to join?

Sax just called me. As house husband on summer vacation, he was telling me about a show he was checking out on VH1.

Sax: Yo, I'm watching one of those Fabulous Life shows about interracial dating.

Then I told him about my stuck-up Ambassdor (under Colin Powell) cousin who just married a mormon and will probably move to Utah.

Sax: Shit, that kid's gonna be an elitist and a mormon. Do you think that they will ask him if he's from New Orleans?

Sax was referring to the uprootment (?) of many Katrina victims to Utah. Many of whom were incredibly ghetto. One woman looked like a lil kim fish swimming in big vanilla waters.

Which brings me to Saturday night when Tcoops leaned over to Lex a whisper "who's that wigger?".

He was referring to my Saxaphone!

Then I informed the suspected wigger in front of his accusers:

Lex: well, you do use ebonics...

I HATE THAT WORD!

Sax: Yo, what the fuck? You wanna be a white girl!

Then they did a back and forth thing. Tcoops was silent (regretting that he spoke an earshot from me?) and I just wanted to go to bed.

Then Lex offered a softer PR spin to the accusation " Well, then you are an urban male"

Words like "wigger" and "ebonics" degrade and separate people. It presupposes that they are set rules to how races should act. That to like hip hop and like to eat pupusas, you have to have brown skin and family in Puerto Rico. Or to like Broken Social Scene, you have to be some stringy haired white chick from Pittsburgh.

Stereotypes are so de-classe. Especially the ones about home schooled kids.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Use it tonight!

Screaming Queens Entertainment and Claire O'Connor invited me to meet Natalie Reid, the world's #1 Paris Hilton impersonator and I managed to get a glimpse of her before she jetted out the door.

Her face is pudgy-er but her look is pretty dead-on.

Celebrating her six page spread in Playboy Magazine, she left her own party early a la Anna Wintour. I was left to get crunked on champage and take pictures of trannys who I suspected wanted to steal my camera.

on the phone with Lex: You know trannys steal right? I saw Paris is Burning.

Lex: what?

Anyway, next day at work, an ex co-worker who defected to Playboy sent us the new "Girls Next Door' edition and some Playboy chocolates.

Lady Co-worker to boy co-worker: Don't you wanna to take this into the bathroom?

boy co-worker: (with an awe-shucks grin) nah...

Lady co-worker: Paris Hilton shaves her who-who bare like that?

Yummicoco: No, that's not Paris. That's her impersonator. I went to her party yesterday...

co-workers: what?