As the deadline for submitting my column this week came closer and closer, I somehow allowed my mind to wander toward what I might talk about in next week’s column.
Last week I fulfilled one of my lifetime goals: I saw Al Gore speak in person. He spoke as an alumnus and inspiration at Harvard’s ‘Sustainability Week’ celebration.
If I told you I was a fashion girl, I think you’d agree. But these days, it’s more of an affliction than a harmless hobby. No longer just a passion, nor an interest, but a full-blown psychological vice.
So, I had a bad day. I bombed a statistics exam, a paper I thought was good was deemed ‘unclear,’ my cork board fell off my wall and my dorm room was freezing ‘-‘- along with the outside air.
On my first day back at school, my roommate and I were walking down Commonwealth Avenue when we came across a Louis Vuitton wallet lying on the sidewalk. We groped through it inquisitively and found more than $400.
Poor John McCain. He sold his soul to the devil and all he got was the destruction of his reputation, a dumb-as-dirt hockey mom and what is shaping up to be near-certain defeat on Nov. 4.
In our consumerist culture, it is no surprise that companies have launched new product lines centered around the ‘green’ phenomenon, despite the obvious hypocrisy of pushing people to buy more in order to impact the environment less.
What have we learned after three presidential debates? For starters, John McCain would probably have been better served running for president before these new-fangled television boxes were invented.
I went out on a date a few Wednesdays ago with a fashion-savvy friend of mine. He’s a card-carrying member of a rare breed of fashion-savvy straight men.
The title is not a typo, just an observation. I’ve gone numb, or at least have been from the start of college.