In the ultra-conservative world of soft furnishings, theirs was the love that dared not speak its name.
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banana chips, sunflower seeds and cranberries is a snack mix that you all need to try
Friends fans who’ve always wanted to sip a cup of coffee at Central Perk can soon do so — for a month in New York this fall. A pop-up replica of the spot where Monica, Chandler, Rachel, Ross, Joey and Phoebe hung out for 10 seasons on NBC is opening in SoHo (199 Lafayette St., at the corner of Broome Street) from Sept. 17-Oct. 18.
praise b to the GODS
One of my fav singers is April Smith but she just posted something really mean about Beyonce and now I’m sad
did you guys see the robin williams emmy’s tribute because whoever chose the clips for that did a really weird job it was like clips of him being kinda sexist and then kinda racist and then doing a really weird impression of a child
On Sunday, I was helping the freshmen move in to their dorms by rolling their carts to their rooms and helping them unload. After finishing with one family, I took the cart back to the waiting area to meet the next in line, which was a woman in her sixties. She asked me what my name was, and when I told her, she repeated it to me and then said, “Is it spelled R-U-C-H-I-T-A?”
Dudes! Let me tell you personally that I just stared at her for a few seconds because no non-Indian person that I’ve met before has ever guessed the spelling of my name first try and I was thinking that she was some type of sorceress. I obviously told her how amazing she was and that I was impressed and she says, “You know how I did it? I listened.”
That’s when I realized: a lot of the time, when people get my name incorrectly, they’re not really listening to what I’m saying. Actually, maybe that’s not it - maybe it’s more of a “not sure what you’re saying, but I’m gonna replace it with the closest name I know and it will probably be right.”
I read something on here a couple of days ago where someone said not to ever let anyone mispronounce your name, which I pretty much let people do all the time, feeling bad for confronting them with foreignness and forcing them shape their mouths around unfamiliar syllables. But you know what? I never really considered that it’s not entirely my fault, because clearly, it’s possible to get my name, easy even, if you just listen.
After I finished moving her daughter in, I was still thinking about how the woman had gotten it right and how she listened. I walked over to a boy and his mom and started to make small talk and small jokes because I’m funny sometimes.
The mom asked for my name and I told her, and when her husband came back from parking the car, she said, “Zubin, this is Regina.” I didn’t correct her.
J*sse E*senb*rg was at the fro yo place I was at? taste-testing the flavors? at 8 pm? where do you go when you’re lonely?