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so i finally manage to throw off some of the crushing depression and get out of bed at around one o 'clock, put on my snappy red skirt and classy black pumps and get on the subway to go to work. i couldn't bring myself to show up for classes, where i would actually have to talk to people about the election, but wall street is a whole other world. a world where, just two days ago, i spotted ralph nader posing with a giant inflatable rat and bruce willis driving an enormous yellow hummer. on a good day, walking through downtown manhattan is like dreaming of being an eccentric billionaire. on a bad day, it's like being stuck in a nightmare full of zombie frat boys wearing giant wristwatches.
it was one of the zombie frat boys, wearing (of all things) A PLAID TWEED SUIT, who came up to me, pointed at my "we can do it- women for kerry!" button and helpfully exclaimed "looks like you just couldn't do it!"
salt, meet wound. the leader of the free world is a cowboy moron, and our entire economy is controlled by misogynists wearing PLAID TWEED.
at work my boss bought me a six-pack of Cel-Ray and announced that we were sitting Shiva. then we just ate knishes and talked about the Middle East for the rest of the day. the jews know how to mourn.
it was one of the zombie frat boys, wearing (of all things) A PLAID TWEED SUIT, who came up to me, pointed at my "we can do it- women for kerry!" button and helpfully exclaimed "looks like you just couldn't do it!"
salt, meet wound. the leader of the free world is a cowboy moron, and our entire economy is controlled by misogynists wearing PLAID TWEED.
at work my boss bought me a six-pack of Cel-Ray and announced that we were sitting Shiva. then we just ate knishes and talked about the Middle East for the rest of the day. the jews know how to mourn.