running, faux liberalism and Harry Potter
note to self: four slices of pizza + couple of pints of beer ≠ running immediately afterward
After class, most of us went to dinner (see above) with the speaker, a kind of big-deal geographer whose work I keep reading for my thesis. He was pretty cool and interesting -- even during his lecture -- but I kept thinking that he talks a little funny. This should serve as final proof that I have been on the East Coast for too long. I thought he might have New York accent for a while but that didn't seem right. New Jersey/Jewish? Nah, the intonation is all off.
And then, after two and a half hours of the man talking, it hit me. He talks like a gay man. Which, if his comment at dinner about his partner is any indication, is precisely who he is. Two and a half hours, really? This is what northeastern preppiness that tries very hard to deny the existence of real gay people while remaining "liberal" does to you.
Embarrassing moment of Yale past: in the first few months of school last year, once it starts getting cold, I notice undergrads wearing striped scarves with the colors of their residential colleges. "Oh, I see," I turn to a friend, "they have a Harry Potter theme going. Funny." Friend gives me incredulous look. "You don't think they started this before Harry Potter? Like sometime in the last three hundred years?"
After class, most of us went to dinner (see above) with the speaker, a kind of big-deal geographer whose work I keep reading for my thesis. He was pretty cool and interesting -- even during his lecture -- but I kept thinking that he talks a little funny. This should serve as final proof that I have been on the East Coast for too long. I thought he might have New York accent for a while but that didn't seem right. New Jersey/Jewish? Nah, the intonation is all off.
And then, after two and a half hours of the man talking, it hit me. He talks like a gay man. Which, if his comment at dinner about his partner is any indication, is precisely who he is. Two and a half hours, really? This is what northeastern preppiness that tries very hard to deny the existence of real gay people while remaining "liberal" does to you.
Embarrassing moment of Yale past: in the first few months of school last year, once it starts getting cold, I notice undergrads wearing striped scarves with the colors of their residential colleges. "Oh, I see," I turn to a friend, "they have a Harry Potter theme going. Funny." Friend gives me incredulous look. "You don't think they started this before Harry Potter? Like sometime in the last three hundred years?"