Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Summer in the city!


All of a sudden I totally can't stop with the pictures. I got this from a very entertaining, globe-trotting LJ friend (not to be mistaken for a person I know in real life) and I feel that it's sort of appropriate, given the weather. The tagline at the top, in case you can't read it, says, "A tedious adventure-romance!"

Chase me down with poison-tipped spears if you must, but I have to admit I don't mind heat. Of course, this a little extreme, especially for early June. Luckily our apartment is a bit of a cave and has remained cool for the most part. We haven't had to turn on our A/C yet and we even managed to cook last night. Come visit! We have a hose we can spray you with in the backyard!

We packed our bathing suits when we down to Swarthmore this past weekend for Mr. Ben's five year reunion, thinking we could sneak down to the Crum. There was no time but I'm definitely putting it on the agenda for next year, when I am the star and Mr. Ben is the spouse. There were no non-Swarthmore spouses at his reunion, it should be said. Marrying a non-Swattie five years out is, apparently, as unthinkable as working for profit. Every conversation I had with someone led to them telling me about their good works or their Ph.D. program. "And what's *your* thesis about?" I asked, over and over again, batting my eyelashes like Scarlet O'Hara.

At breakfast on Sunday, I had the surreal experience of bonding over Henry Fielding with a boy I last saw dirty dancing on-stage with a friend of mine at Sager, Swarthmore's annual sextravanagza ("boys wear a dress, girls wear less!"). In fact I have a great picture of him pretending to bite her face. He's now doing a doctorate in British literature at UVA. Naturally.

On the subject of bad boy behavior, please do yourself a favor and read this amazing article about how McCain ditched his first wife after she was in a disfiguring car accident. Of course, we can't turn on our backs on every politician who commits a sexual indiscretion; we understand that tremendous, unfeeling egotists must screw around, trade up, be cruel, and generally make themselves feel sexy and powerful at the expense of their wives. So, as a society, we seem to set the bar pretty low: no transporting multiple hookers across state lines and no sex with children.

All the same, McCain's story takes my breath away. I mean, you know it's bad when people are willing to go on the record:
Ted Sampley, who fought with US Special Forces in Vietnam and is now a leading campaigner for veterans’ rights, said: ‘I have been following John McCain’s career for nearly 20 years. I know him personally. There is something wrong with this guy and let me tell you what it is – deceit.

‘When he came home and saw that Carol was not the beauty he left behind, he started running around on her almost right away. Everybody around him knew it. ‘Eventually he met Cindy and she was young and beautiful and very wealthy. At that point McCain just dumped Carol for something he thought was better.

‘This is a guy who makes such a big deal about his character. He has no character. He is a fake. If there was any character in that first marriage, it all belonged to Carol.’
Even Ross Perot joins the beat down!
Ross Perot, who paid her medical bills all those years ago, now believes that both Carol McCain and the American people have been taken in by a man who is unusually slick and cruel – even by the standards of modern politics.

‘McCain is the classic opportunist. He’s always reaching for attention and glory,’ he said. ‘After he came home, Carol walked with a limp. So he threw her over for a poster girl with big money from Arizona. And the rest is history.’
When a self-centered Texas billionaire calls you out, you know you're in trouble.

3 comments:

Emily said...

Speaking of Sager, here's a conversation I had on gchat this morning. Background: I crashed Sager two years ago on invite from a swattie friend of mine on Oberlin's spring break and brought about eight friends with me. Things got, uh, out of hand. Although in our defense, it was more of a public threesome than an orgy, seriously. And in my defense, I was getting laid in private at the time the incident occurred.

Friend: OMG
so my cousin just graduated from Swarthmore
and yesterday we went to dinner
and she was like "Oh there is a story about some kids from Oberlin... it's kinda infamous... I don't know if you know these guys, but they came to the Barn, which is this super hipster house, and they had an orgy..."
i was like, DOES SHE KNOW?????
it was just so weird.
me: baaahahaha
well I'm kind of happy that we made a mark
Friend: like, i didn't utter a word about what we had done
but she just like... told me my own life story
knowingly
as if
she KNEW
me: I
AM
LEGEND!
Friend: hahaha
me: rather, you are
Friend: good god
that is NOT
the kind of legend
i want to be
me: hahahahaha
Friend: it's my fob cousin!!
who is like president of the south asian debate math league
me: see this is exactly the kind of story I was talking about that I'm kind of sort of but not really sad that I don't rack up anymore

ester said...

amazing. you didn't even go to the skool and you had a more exciting time there than i did.

charrow said...

um, i will do pictures for you. if you cannot use your friends who can you use