Summer Camp for Punk

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Portland, October 17, 2009. Hotel parking lot.

Gay Marriage Against the Will of the People?

Prop 8 passed in California and similar bans on gay marriage passed in other states, as well. I've heard a lot of arguments against gay marriage, but none of them seem to pass the smell test. One that comes up frequently is that when those "four activist judges" overturned the law banning gay marriage they were acting in contravention of the "will of the people."

First of all, overturning unconstitutional laws is one of those things that the high courts are just supposed to do. Every time a law is deemed unconstitutional, overturning that law is against the will of the people (or the legislature that enacted it on the people's behalf). It's called checks and balances and it's a hallmark of our system.

Second, the will of the people isn't always a good thing. When it comes to civil rights and fundamental freedoms - and both the United States and California Supreme Courts have explicitly found the right to marry to be a fundamental freedom - the majority doesn't always necessarily act with the minority's interests in mind. When that happens, intervention is required to ensure the protection of those rights. If you don't believe me, just ask the folks in Little Rock.

I love NY?

There are certain moments in a young lady's life, milestones really, that she will always treasure. Her college graduation, bat mitzvah, the first time filing taxes as a non-dependent and, of course, the first time she is offered money for sex. I guess I should thank that cab driver, on behalf of my self-esteem because now I know that even in jeans and a t-shirt I still look "expensive."

Get the Fuck out of My Apartment

Ok- I have every type of mouse trap that has ever been made currently set in my apartment. I have long stopped caring that certain traps are more cruel than others. I just don't care. I kill about one of you fuckers a week. This has been going on for months. That's a lot of your friends and family members: dead. Clearly, my apartment is not a safe warm environment for you. I am obviously hell bent on your total destruction.

And for christ's sake, at the very least, why can't you just pretend you don't live here? I work long hours and am a sound sleeper. That gives you easily more than half the week of having the place to yourself, casual strolls through my studio, sharing food with my dog and watching tv or whatever the hell you want to do.

Every Song a Bitter Lesson

And his uppance has finally come

E.T. Leroy

I don't think that an explanation would really add anything to this.

The Money Shot: Did Someone Say Snickerdoodle?

Still the King of this Town

This week saw the triumphant return of LEVY the band. Come check out their next show on May 23 at the Luna Lounge

V. Mars

As if Alen's cruelly delicious veal dinner wasn't enough, tonight's new episode of Veronica Mars reminded me why I became obsessed with this show to begin with. I've heard rumors that it's going to be cancelled or, only slightly worse, that it's not being picked up for a fourth season. What I want to know is what kind of monster drops a show that Joss Whedon refers to as the best show ever. If you've never seen, please check out below to see what you're missing.

PSA

I guess I’ve been lulled into a sense of complacency regarding the bums in my neighborhood. I mean, I wouldn’t let them watch my children (if I had any) or my puppy (if I had one), but, at least with the people I see regularly in my neighborhood, I’m not really suspicious of them. So on Sunday when I was walking on 6th and I see the guy who dresses in all white with the white make up and is always around the Union Square area, I don’t really think anything. He shook his cup of change in front of me and I said “sorry” and continued walking. As I pass him he smacked me upside the head! It didn’t hurt, but was definitely aggressive and even if it wasn’t, there is a very solid if unspoken rule that panhandlers should not touch you in any way while walking down the street.

I was so shocked (and with my visiting mother) I didn’t know what to do. My first impulse was to turn around and yell at him, but quickly rethought and kept walking. I saw a police officer a few blocks away and told her, but I didn’t file a police report or anything. Now I feel like I probably should have. I guess the very least I can do is let the (two) people who read this know to avoid the panhandler who generally appears cleaner than his local peers and wears all white, I think silver sometimes, but now that I’m thinking about it, I’m not sure if it’s the same guy. Better just avoid them all.

L.W.G.N.B.

In a college speech course, a girl told the class that her friends made fun of her for talking "white" saying that she acted like "a little white girl named Becky." I had no idea we were a class of people, but it must be true as it was just confirmed on Flavor of Love Charm School (don't make fun; these shows brighten my sundays). Buckwild was forced to throw away her nickname and go by her real name, which unfortunately, is Becky. She was told that not only was she not black, but that she had the whitest white girl name of all time.

I'm still pretty sure the Becky Slater could kick her ass.

classy!

Around 2 am last night I stopped at Cafeteria with a friend for some mac and cheese. Shortly after our food arrived, a girl sitting at the table next to us turned around and threw up all over the floor. One of her friends takes her out and the rest of their table stays. We immediately notified the waiter who said they’d take care of it. Five minutes go by and nothing’s done. Ten minutes go by. We yell out to the waiter, “can you please do something about this?” Waiter comes by and throws aprons over the vomit to cover it up. Five minutes later, someone finally comes by to clean it up. I ask the waiter how they can just leave vomit on the floor of a restaurant for fifteen minutes while people are trying to eat. He replies, “well, would you want to clean it up?” While, no, I do not like cleaning up other’s people vomit, I also do not run a food establishment. Then the manager comes and yells at the remaining people at their table and kicks them out, though the vomitter has already left. Way to act all high and mighty.

you've got a nerve

I believe that when responding to the question, "where did you go to school?" the response, "up in Boston" is only marginally better than "a little school in Cambridge."

I've also been told that this belief makes me, "a little bit of an asshole." Maybe we're both right?

Painfully Awkward

According to the Talmud, a critical element to every seder table.

An Experiment

Yesterday I was sent an article about the differences between men and women when it comes to casual sex. The main premise is that women are physically wired differently so that when they have sex, a hormone called oxytocin is released, creating feelings of “trust and attachment.” The upshot is that girls who engage in “promiscuous” behavior end up feeling depressed when they get attached to their casual partner and the feelings are not reciprocated.

My first impulse upon reading this article was that it was another way of telling girls that they had to behave and remain chaste or face the consequences. But I decided to keep an open mind and find the truth for myself. So I designed an experiment: I would have sex with a man who, absent sex hormones, I could never have feelings of “trust and attachment” for. Living on Union Square, there were many options right at my fingertips. I was initially torn between the guy who yells, “one penny? You can’t give one penny?” at every person who walks by and the guy who leads the Free Palestine protest on the weekends. Then I figured, what the hell. An experiment is only reliable if the results can be repeated, so I’ll have sex with both of them. So today it will be One Penny and tomorrow it will be Mr. Free Palestine. Maybe both tonight, if I have enough time.

Kidding, mom. Thanks for sending me the article, but what are you trying to say?

I wonder

if the guy going up to the office on the elevator at 9 this morning knows that everyone else can hear that he is blasting Journey, Don't Stop Believing on his iPod. And if so, would he be embarrassed? I hope so.

town's not big enough

NYC has a population of over 8 million, with almost 2 million of them living in Manhattan alone. I live in a building (and share an elevator bank) with three people I know, yet I see them once a month at best. So why do I see the same stupid guy everywhere I go?

where does the pollen go?

I watched Grease 2 today and understand why Alan wanted to be Stephanie Zanoni's cool rider. However, I have to disagree with him that it was the superior of the Grease movies, though the "who's that guy scene" boasted some excellent lyrics, such as:

ensemble: who's that guy, on that motorcycle?
Michael (in inner monologue): what would they say if they knew it was michael?

Classic stuff there.

about me

white female. kinda jewy, but totally hot. well, not totally hot, but cute. long neck. good skin. could easily pass for 20.

aw fuck. that's not me, that's sarah silverman.