You're a Big Girl, Hold ItSaturday, September 04, 2004
What's a Yuppie?
What makes someone a yuppie?
-Being a slave to Zagats (check)
-Making more money than you know what to do with (nope)
-Being a metrosexual (nope ... not dating one either)
-Eating organic food (check)
-Eating gourmet cheese (check)
-Shopping at upscale stores on Fifth Avenue (does the sale rack count? hmm ... I'm thinking no)
-Buying curtains (well, considering I have paper blinds on my windows ...)
-Living in a city (Brooklyn is pretty close ... I definitely have a yuppie neighborhood ... wait -- I have a lesbian neighborhood, which is not quite the same thing ... nevermind)
-Drinking sour apple martinis and tartinis (ala Sex and the City) (only if someone else is buying ... and I generally stay away from most hard liquor)
OK, so I'm not a yuppie. I aspire to be one, though. I could be one by the time I'm 30 -- is it too much to expect to work at The Wall Street Journal by 30?
My boyfriend thinks I shouldn't be a yuppie. But I'd rather be a yuppie than living with paper blinds. That's just me.
What makes someone a yuppie?
-Being a slave to Zagats (check)
-Making more money than you know what to do with (nope)
-Being a metrosexual (nope ... not dating one either)
-Eating organic food (check)
-Eating gourmet cheese (check)
-Shopping at upscale stores on Fifth Avenue (does the sale rack count? hmm ... I'm thinking no)
-Buying curtains (well, considering I have paper blinds on my windows ...)
-Living in a city (Brooklyn is pretty close ... I definitely have a yuppie neighborhood ... wait -- I have a lesbian neighborhood, which is not quite the same thing ... nevermind)
-Drinking sour apple martinis and tartinis (ala Sex and the City) (only if someone else is buying ... and I generally stay away from most hard liquor)
OK, so I'm not a yuppie. I aspire to be one, though. I could be one by the time I'm 30 -- is it too much to expect to work at The Wall Street Journal by 30?
My boyfriend thinks I shouldn't be a yuppie. But I'd rather be a yuppie than living with paper blinds. That's just me.
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Snobbery and Silliness
My writing group hates me. They think I'm pretentious. Academic. A yuppie. I'm the only one with a real job. I'm the only one not drifting from writing group to writing group, trying to find myself. And they love the Lower East Side -- I don't like walking around there by myself at night.
One of the writing group members, his e-mail address is Death to Yuppies. He goes to law school, but didn't make Law Review. I was sorry I asked.
So you see we get along real good. Or should I say, really well.
I need to get along better with other people. I think that's supposed to be a sign of maturity.
On another note, I assaulted someone on the subway. I scratched him. He had his whole body wrapped around the pole. I wanted to hold on. So I scratched him. He assumed it was an accident. It wasn't.
My writing group hates me. They think I'm pretentious. Academic. A yuppie. I'm the only one with a real job. I'm the only one not drifting from writing group to writing group, trying to find myself. And they love the Lower East Side -- I don't like walking around there by myself at night.
One of the writing group members, his e-mail address is Death to Yuppies. He goes to law school, but didn't make Law Review. I was sorry I asked.
So you see we get along real good. Or should I say, really well.
I need to get along better with other people. I think that's supposed to be a sign of maturity.
On another note, I assaulted someone on the subway. I scratched him. He had his whole body wrapped around the pole. I wanted to hold on. So I scratched him. He assumed it was an accident. It wasn't.
