THE DARK HORSEMEN

Edward Snowden's revelations did not come a HUGE surprise to me. Come on, I think a lot of us have always suspected we are being traced on the phone, Internet, watching TV and porn, just walking around, - esp. in DC. Still it's good this young man came out and got us all talking.

The fact is the world today is not what it seems. Uncle Rockefeller has often being accused of being part of some international capitalist cabal that wants to put a chip in everyone and manage the "serfs" - I don't know if the rich are that cold and perverted although looking at their faces [Uncle Rocky, Prescott Bush, Cheney] they all do look the Dark Horsemen [and could use a facial or two.]

Still, it's time people in this country got out of their mental Snuggies, got off their comatose fat diets, their drugs and their sports and their porn, their Ipods and Ipads and Reality TV and actually looked around at what is happening in the world around them. Americans are really not all that hard to control. We are all so used to being comfortable and numb and feasting on goodies - you could take all our liberties and we would not realize it. JUST DON'T TOUCH OUR TV OR FOOD.

"POLITICAL STRATEGIST" - MY ASS

 Every floozie in a discount Calvin Klein dress from Marshall's and pair of fake pearls is now a "political strategist" on MSNBC. Who are these chicks fucking to become these "strategist" because nothing great every really comes out of their lip-glossed mouth. People like Chris Matthews, Rachel Maddow, Chris Hayes have worked in trenches and have gravitas. But who are all these other screaming chicks? If they can be on TV, it can't be all that hard. TV would be lucky to have someone with my looks and education. I wouldn't even have to say anything - people would be just happy to look at me. I should become a Labor Political Strategist and discuss the ruthless and exploitative temp market and expose the pimps - i.e. recruiting agencies.

UNCLE NED - THE SERIAL RACIST

Every holiday season we have to see Uncle Ned - some fourth cousin on Dad's side. The two could not be more different. While Dad was a well travelled cosmopolite who had seen how the other half lives, Uncle Ned is a cold isolationist - never venturing outside the U.S. or even the blue-blooded WASP community. Although he has a penis, Uncle Ned is really a mean old woman in menopause. His mission in old age has become to publicly humiliate minorities. 

Just the other day we met up with some friends from work at  a party and this Hispanic cancer doctor at Mt Sinai, husband of one of my co-workers, grabbed a drink off the bar. Uncle Ned who was a mile away began acting as though this guy had cut in front of me and began heaving and huffing and saying "EXCUSE ME" in an exaggerated gentlemanly way as though to point out to the rest of the gathering look how refined at I am even when pushed aside by a unbred brown man. Then he made eye contact with the rest of the white people there and smiled knowingly and most of them smiled back in support. The poor doctor just sputtered and apologized and turned as red - as much as he could under that brown skin!

Then he pulled the same shit on some Indian woman in the supermarket. She too apologized and looked sheepish under the withering gaze of Uncle Ned and all the old white people around.

But Uncle Ned finally got his comeuppance on day on the bus as he tried to make some professional African woman feel bad about herself - again starting the "EXCUSE ME" routine as she walked the aisle acting as though she was not leaving room for anyone else although there was half a mile between the two of them. I don't know what this bitch was on [good for her, though] but she just said as loud as she could "Shut the fuck up you mean old Queen." That shut Uncle Ned up for a while as well as the all the old white people who were so looking forward to looking at each other and smiling at the foibles of some minority. They all went back to their iphones or rubbing their genitals under their overcoats. But I know he will start again. Such an embarrassment. I wish he would just limit his racist tirades to the confines of the living room as we all do.

WHY IS OBAMA THE FIRST BLACK PRESIDENT?

Isn't is kind of racist to keep calling Prez. Obama the first black president? Isn't he equal parts white. Why does no one recognize his whiteness and just his blackness? Am I the only one who thinks like this?

Now, don't call me a minority lover. But it doesn't make sense.

We liberal whites are patting ourselves on the back and keep mouthing "we elected the first black president, the first black president" about a million times a day. All while that phrase itself is loaded with racism. We don't we say we elected the first "biracial president." 

ABORTION RIGHTS

What is it with all these old rich Republicans going on and on about banning abortion. Take away their money and strap them with six kids - a couple of them handicapped and mentally challenged and let's see how fast they will believe in abortion.

They are all for the rights of fetuses but don't want to help the fetus in terms of affordable healthcare, food stamps, welfare once it comes out of the uterus.

One would think for all their hatred for immigrants they would be so much for offering these people free abortion. The fact is some kids should be aborted. Anyone can have a kid but not every one can raise it to be a decent human being. Some parents really should not be having kids. Make abortion as free and easily available as possible, I say. Let's get rid of the deadwood.

This world makes no sense...no wonder I stick to my shopping.

OBAMACARE - WTF?

First I was delighted to hear about Obamacare. I figured if I could save a couple hundred bucks a month and put them towards my botox injections.

However, now that I have been shopping around on the Healthcare.gov site [when it works] I have discovered these plans are not so great and not all that different from pre-Obamacare plans.

The new plans are cheap but they all require HUGE deductibles even to just see a doctor. So I would have to pay $300 a month for a plan PLUS $3000 deductible before I can go in to see a doctor via insurance. Since I just need to see a few doctors a year why don't I just pay out of pocket $170-200 per visit and save the $300/month for insurance. Bottom line is the healthcare plans being offered via government SUCK. Who the hell is going to be able to afford them?

Healthcare plans with no deductibles run $600/month SAME  as BEFORE Obamacare. These are the plans one gets through employers.

Obamacare is better then temp agency plans which require $200/month and limit your coverage to $1000 but they are not as great as I originally thought. More research is required though as I just can't believe the government would force us to buy such expensive insurance.

HELLO NSA

Aunt Fluffy was going on the other  day about how one should be careful while writing emails and blogging due to the NSA spies. Read on NSA, I say. I hope someone finds out about my sad and pathetic life [from princess to pauper] and helps me!!

How can someone like me become trapped in such a tawdry ugly world!! At the mercy of low level recruiters and weird employers. I was born and raised so well and had Dad not died I would have been a princess indeed. All I want is a decent job with decent people - with some Old Fashioned values such as honor, integrity, manners, good breeding and good looks - and not to be treated like a Hebrew Slave. Is that toooo much for a girl to ask for?

Read on NSA - maybe you will get a better picture of the REAL PROBLEMS you should be focusing on. The real terror for most people is the economy and how to eke out a living with some pride and dignity and not die in the streets in torn underwear. Or in my case, in clothes from the Gap or Banana Republic -- uuuugh. So middle class.

WORK BITCH

So at this little soiree at my friend Nancy's house I ran into this unemployed minority attorney - with a degree from Stanford no less!  She was talking abut how minorities in this country have to be either meek or geek to get a job, work twice as hard and not even have one bad second on the job.

"I often find myself unemployed," she said "because I have been told I do not have the deferential attitude for a minority. The problem is that I never thought of myself as a minority and I always conducted myself as a regular person. But I guess I better start bending over."

Whites do not have it all that easier, I told her. True, I would not want to be a minority in this economy but it's not a bed of roses for pale skins either. In this economy, we all have to work like a bunch of one-legged Honduran sweatshop kids.

DESPERATION IS ALMOST AS IMPORTANT AS TALENT

You may have all the education and looks in the world. But sometimes desperation is more important. Many employers respond better to someone who desperately needs the job [preferably someone who has been starving for a few months] than someone who is used to the finer behavior's  in life and not so eager to be treated like a little bitch. 

CITY OF GLADIATORS

We New Yorkers don't know how good we have it in NYC. Sure, it can be bitchy and ruthless at times but in terms of elan, style, intellectual sophistication no city in the world matches it. Sometimes I forget that especially on hot summer days when I smell the trash and urine rotting outside and the city seems like a sewer. Or when a homeless man shows me his decaying penis. But most of the time I thank God for being in it - especially for the SHOPPING!

As if I needed a reminder, I was called to DC for a job opportunity with the Obama government.  The govt. and Pentagon people are lively alert and active  - but the rest of the city is a freakin' SLUGFEST. Unfucking believable. Just a bunch of sad fat slow freaks. There seems to be in inordinate number of depressed chubby chicks. Sure, there are pockets of a little style - Georgetown [a few thin stylish chicks like me], maybe Farragut West on a good day- but nothing compared to NYC. Even the so called stylish people are preppie and conservative in their style. Seemed like I had gone back into the 50s. I wish I had an electric cattle prod when I took their Metro and could zap those slow saggy asses. The Metro is one of the best things there. Dark and dimly lit - thank God for some privacy - and the cars are fairly clean. Also people don't really stare at you as they do in NYC. Maybe they are just too depressed.

I never thought I would miss the immigrants and minorities of NYC - but I did. At least they add a little life and color - even if they are annoying and ugly at times. Being in DC, was like BEING FUCKING DEAD!!! Especially those hick Virginia-ites. Ucck talk about the pasty doughy middle class.

I missed New York swagger, attitude, the hustle, living on the edge, preparing for each day like a samurai warrior, the fact that you could have a just freakin' dime in your pocket and still walk around like a king! New York is a city of gladiators, the modern Rome, the city where the world comes to pay homage. That's the way to live - LIVE till you die. Not die while you live, DC people!!

BORN FREE

Aunt Fluffy took me out for a cappuccino today at sunrise near Central Park. We ran a couple of miles by the reservoir [where I imagined myself like Dustin Hoffman in the Marathon Man or running to Vangelis' Chariots of Fire]. We used to come here as kids with Dad. It was kind of a sad moment and my eyes welled up as we sat and watched the sun come up. Aunt Fluffy was Dad's favorite sister and my favorite aunt.

I asked her today if she ever regretted not marrying money - the tons of investment bankers that wooed her when she was young. "After dating a few you realize the humiliation they are going to put you through. The strippers, the horny secretaries, cheap floozies - all rich men. I was young, energetic, educated and in a free society. I did not have to put up with any humiliation. I came from an affluent family and did not have to stay with a guy for a measly Chanel bags or a lipstick like those Eastern European chicks. I had enough things of my own - plus I am really not into this crap. I did sit down and think about I one day when Randy did not come home one night. I was at a crossroads. I could see one path going down as his wife, a great hostess, concealing my pain with medications and a tight smile, turning bitter and rancorous over the years - and another path, a free, healthy path, God knows where that would lead me but I just wanted to be able to breathe. I just wanted to see what life would be like on my own. Sure, sometimes I sit and think in my middle age what will happen to me down the road and maybe I would be better off shutting the hell up and putting up with some rich guy's shenanigans. But I would probably have cancer by now."

A QUIET HERO

Ran into Sara today. Once a budding investigative journalist she has now settled for a quiet mediocre life as a research assistant in the bowels of a law firm!! What the hell happened I asked her. You had the world before you, an Ivy League degree, smart, attractive, gutsy. "I didn't have children", she said. "Because I didn't want my craft to be encumbered in any way. But I did have sick old parents. This dull safe job enabled me to be there for them - journalism not only did not pay well, it had become too risky. When they get better, I will go back to journalism."

Yeah, like they will get better -  Sara you are one dumb bitch, But also a hero. A quiet everyday hero - the kind that does not get noticed. The kind that just lives and dies quietly, having done good deeds, that he/she was too classy to proclaim to the world. Good deeds to which there was no witness. I could never do this - but there are some people out there with class and integrity. So depressing, makes me want to run out and buy a whole new wardrobe at Barneys.

THE IRON LADY PARTNER CRUMBLES

I recently found out this hot steely bitch partner I used to look up to [in some weird way] died of breast cancer recently. At the age of 40! She made it to partner at 36 at this Top Three international law firm. If there was anyone who could tell death to FUCK OFF it was this bitch. She exuded strength and health as she strode through the hallways like a ghetto thug [albeit very glamorous and stylish] trolling the streets of the South Bronx with his pit bull - fearless, in control, in command. Gangsta gangbanger.

Although she could be a complete cunt at times, it's still very sad news. I once gave her a binder that an attorney had given me to give to her. He was too scared to give it to her in person. I laid it down on the chair in her office, a beautiful, stylish desk adorned with silver frames holding pictures of her children, panoramic view of the Atlantic, a billionaire hedge fund trader husband. She seemed to have it all. I am not easily impressed - but I was by her fearlessness. She rose from the mean streets of the South Bronx, poor as a church mouse to rule this firm. This was three years before she died. She did not know she had cancer and nor did I.

She was kind of like a Legal JLo. Chicks that grew up in ghettos but ended up ruling the world. I guess when you don't have a lot and you are not used to being treated well maybe navigating these ruthless industries is easier than pampered gals like us who get scared and RUN.

While chicks like us expect a lot from people we work with, dignity, class, honor, ghetto chicks are just happy to come in to work and have a desk and a chair, a free cup of coffee and a hello from some old guy who rules the firm. Plus they are not afraid to use their raw sexuality. While I would not give a BJ even if a guy soaks his dick in bleach for 40 days, and certainly never have sex with one of those old saggy partners, these chicks are not as discriminating. Fire in the belly et al.

Making it through a law firm is a lot like making it through the ghetto. You are always on high-alert and learn to smell things a mile away. Instincts a lot of us affluent, pampered princesses lose in the name of "good breeding".

THE LURE OF MEDIOCRITY

I am the first to admit. Mediocrity does have its appeal. Holding a lame job allows one time to shop, develop other businesses/creative ideas, spend time with family, enjoy beautiful days. I am rapidly trying to develop my own business and get out of this hellish temp existence - but having a loser job has allowed me to stop and smell the roses. You see, as an overachiever and from whom much was expected I never had a chance to do all this. To have a normal life. While my peers were fucking, drinking, snorting cocaine, laying out on the beach, I was studying and working.  Soon I will be back in the high life - competing, back stabbing - and as weird as this temp world has been it has offered me some respite from competiveness and to take care of personal matters.