Monthly Archives: August 2011

New York Loved Me Today

I was at a party last night where I met this guy that recently moved to New York City. I really felt bad for the guy — living in the East Village, going on dates with crazy people, eating out alone every night, getting pushed, shoved, and cursed at every time he turns around. I remember those early days of NYC living, the adjustment period was long and horrible — I was sure after my two years of grad school, I’d high-tale my ass right back to the West Coast.

I must admit, I continue to have a Love-Hate Relationship with New York. Sometimes, she worships me, loving me like I’ve never been loved before… Other times, which can sometimes be just moments later, she kicks my ass and reminds me that she can’t commit. There are days when I am ready to pack my cat up and move back to Los Angeles, where though the relationship was also noncommittal, at least I didn’t have to put up with the abuse.  But so far, I’ve continued to be the spouse that just can’t leave.

I think part of the reason is the gifts New York sometimes will give me. I met a guy, the love of my life, here in NYC. He is great. But what I really wanted to write about is a fairly recent, and spectacular, gift NYC has bestowed on me — the Food Truck!

The Food Truck has revolutionized the New York concept of Brunch, where we used to scout out the best place to go for unlimited mimosas and eggs, we now follow Food Truck twitter accounts to get things like Lobster/Shrimp Rolls, Korean BBQ Beef Tacos, and Makers Mark ice cream. That’s the thing about New York, you have to stick with it, because right around the corner will be your next outdoor culinary wet dream. I know the guy I met last night will find this out soon enough and will be stuck here like the rest of us.

I went to the Prospect Park Food Truck Rally today: http://www.prospectpark.org/calendar/event/foodtrucks

Okay baby, I will stay and try to work things out because I love you, New York.

 

Well Behaved Women

Laurel Thatcher Ulrich said: Wellbehaved women rarely make history.

I recently found a website outlining 50 Women who have changed the world: http://www.biographyonline.net/people/women-who-changed-world.html

Some of my absolute favorites:

1) Cleopatra – I read her biography by Stacy Schiff — the more accurate the story is to history, the more in awe I am of the last Ptolemaic ruler. She ruled Egypt and, whether ancient Roman history wants to admit it or not, Rome. Resourceful, Determined, Ambitious, Confident, Cunning… History-maker.

2) Mirabai – In a culture where women’s choices are nonexistent, that requires she walk a certain path, it can be scary to move against this and chart a path that’s her own. Even other women will stand against her. Mirabai appeals to the true hippie in my heart — the girl who longs to live an unconventional lifestyle. Independent, Courageous, Spiritual, Anti-Establishment, Devoted… History-maker.

3) Mary Wollstonecraft – One of those people I always say I would have liked to meet (you know, when you get that past, present, future question — most people say Martin Luther King, JFK, Kim Kardashian, or President Obama). “A Vindication of the Rights of Women” forever changed my life when I read it in college. I credit Wollstonecraft and Susan B. Anthony for the personal compass I built in those early years. There is truly a clear moral (not to mention economically compelling) reason why all people in a society should be treated equally and provided equal opportunities. Activist, Big Mouth, Feminist, Moralist, Intellectual…. History-maker.

4) Rosa Parks – the Godmother of the Civil Rights Movement, what more can anyone say. Brave, Committed, Steadfast, Change-maker…History-maker.

5) Madonna – Taught us all that a woman has a right to her sexuality. Her songs made us women (and our gays) come out of the shadows and dance. Madge changed pop music in a way that is still realized through the artists who continue to come after her. Yet her essence can never be captured by these imitators — my love for Madonna reminds me of a line from a poem by Oscar Wilde: “I have never seen any rose like it in all my life”, she is truly a rare rose. Colorful, Sexy, Creative, Chart-topping, Trendsetter… History-maker.

Here’s to all the women who have made and will make history. Thanks for acting badly, thanks for breaking the rules. Well done.

Happy Birthday To Me

So today is my birthday — the inglorious, disastrous 29.

I know, for your 30 year olds, you probably want me to shut my mouth. But, I honestly think turning 29 is worse than 30, because you know that the only place to go is 30. The truth is, once you are over the hill, it’s all downhill from there. So 30 just doesn’t seem as bad (I will let you know how I feel next year).

My fiance bought me card. It read:

(outside card)

For Someone Special

It’s nice

to have this chance

to wish you

good things…

(inside card)

.. like a year

when every day

brings the best in life

your way!

Happy Birthday!

Doesn’t that sound like a card you would get your coworker? That’s what birthdays have become in my world folks — a day to get work-friendly cards from loved ones.

But then I have to pull myself out of this pool of self-pity. With everything going on in the world — the Debt Crisis, Wars in the Middle East, the housing crisis, earthquakes around the world, the famine in Somalia, inflation, AIDS, global warming, the unemployment rate… I mean, the crisis fatigue list is long for all of us right now.

No wonder it’s such a (not) fun, (not) celebratory day. Happy Birthday to me.