I shouldn’t let television (especially television where dragons exist and women give birth to smoke monsters) sneak into my real-life concerns, but it does tend to give you cause to reflect when people older than you paint such a dire picture of an institution like marriage.
As you get older, it should become easier to compartmentalize when someone is rude.
If there was a Yelp account for “Human Existence,” I’m pretty sure the top-rated comment would be something like this:
At least he knows he’s stupid, unlike Alec Baldwin, who persists in trying to force people to imagine him as a thoughtful, reasoned intellectual.
New York is not what everyone says it is. It’s not the “Greatest City in the World” and I didn’t immediately want to move here. I didn’t change my perspective on life like I was supposed to.
From the driver’s seat, everything in the car looked and felt different. I felt the constant churning of the engine in my ample backside, I could anticipate the
changing of the traffic lights for the first time, and a sense of power washed over me.
I love Morrissey, but not as much as Morrissey loves himself.
When I came back home, I asked my girlfriend, who is white and very into hip-hop culture, if she experienced the same thing when she went to rap concerts.
Chances are, you are not an expert on the culture of your significant other. You’ve never celebrated Kwanzaa, you don’t know what year it is in the Chinese calendar, and the only Irish food you are aware of is whiskey.
Interracial celebrity couples force the general public to confront the comingling of the races. It’s incredibly difficult to ignore a social trend when it is embodied by a wealthy, well-known public figure.