I just wrote a long, elaborate entry (and then deleted it) about how some guy went on a tirade on the L about how all Chicagoans are liberals. He said it like it has a bad connotation. And it occurred to me that there are actual people out there who hate liberals (outside of Rush, of course.) Let's just say it rocked my little, ethnocentric world.
I can see where he was coming from though, we are the city that produced Pete Wentz, and for that, in all it's guyliner glory, we should be punished.
He also called Chicagoans Unionists. I couldn't tell if he meant we were Pro-Union, or if he was resurrecting a Civil War term. (He had a Midwestern accent - probably Minnesota or Wisconsin.) I ended up giggling pretty excessively until my stop came. I wanted to scream DOWN WITH COPPERHEADS as I left the train, but I figured that might incite a riot.
And now, for a list of sorts.
Women I admire for their arts poweress, writing ability, or general awesomeness:
Lisa Stefaniak (art, photography)
Sarah Vowell (writer, NPR Goddess)
Laurie Notaro (writer, made me realize clumsy, smelly girls with perpetual runs in their nylons can write books too.)
Natalie Portman (All around awesomeness. My sister Julie and I feel like we are competing with her. She went to Harvard, so I am pretty sure that means she wins our imaginary contest. But she also starred in those horrible Star Wars movies, which is like never having gone to Harvard. So I guess we're even?)
That's all folks. I am in full 'working on the book' mode now, I want to pull a Kerouac and just plow right through it. I just need an ending...
You need an ending? Easy.
ReplyDeleteEveryone dies.
Hey, if it worked in Hamlet...