I have to say, from the e-mail I occasionally get, I would guess that most readers of PCJM and I would get along jolly well. We'd hang out, eat Chocodiles, watch "Sorority Life" reruns, snark on "FBOFW," you know.
But this bride from the NY Times wedding announcements? Not so much:
"Ms. Giebel and Mr. Walter had met earlier that year, when they were working on a television pilot for Comedy Central. She arrived on the job with low expectations. Ms. Giebel, who graduated from Harvard and had just completed her master's degree in cinema studies at New York University, was more interested in Brittany, France, than Britney Spears. She was 'a little concerned that my fellow workers would be steeped in pop culture,' she admitted."
Oh, GOD FORBID! POP CULTURE! At COMEDY CENTRAL! I cannot believe that the station behind "Crank Yankers" would employ pop-culture fans rather than devotees of obscure opera and Bulgarian dance.
Keep reading the link to discover how she and her husband-to-be one-upped each other -- he was reading Proust, but she was reading Proust IN FRENCH. Says the Veiled Conceit blogger: "And (forgive me but someone had to say it) Proust would have hated these pompous snobs (but in French)."
Sometimes I read the Times and it makes me regret never having moved to New York, and I pine for all the wonderful opportunities I have missed and worldly people I would have met. And other times I am convinced that I would meet one too many people like this, my innate Minnesota hickdom would emerge, and I would have to punch them squa in the nose.
(Note: In the Veiled Conceit comments, someone points out that maybe she was not horrified that she would be working with people who actually liked pop culture, but that she feared that she would be unable to keep up with their knowledge of pop culture. I will consider that as an alternate take on the quote. But I am not sure I buy it, mostly because of the "in French!" thing.)
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
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Oh, Gael! Thank you so much for giving us two people to loathe so completely. Sometimes you just need a bad guy. To hate. In French.
I read the first paragraph, and thought to myself, "Oooh. . .Sorority Life".
I was born here in New York, and I want to punch people like this every day. Minnesota has nothing to do with it; it's just common sense.
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