Hoop-a-loop

Recently I was rummaging through the kind of stores that I only go in to hoping to be in the back of someone’s street-style photo when I realized how confused I was about hoop earrings.

Here I was, looking at $450 dollar halos you stick through the barbaric holes you put in your own body, when I thought to myself… doesn’t Jwoww, the queen of class,  wear a lot of hoop earrings? So I asked the uncomfortably over-dressed sales man, we will call him Cyrus, about his philosophy on them.  I referenced the Real Housewives and their classy assortment of diamond diameters, swearing I only watched it when I was incredibly hung-over, (he told me he had never see it, and he is a liar) but he couldn’t clear up the controversy of the hoops.  Do your parents have to invent Toaster Strudel to wear them, or do clear bra straps and too many animal prints give it the go? Please. Someone, help me find the way.

P.S. if you google “cross dressing basketball player in hoop earrings” (I couldn’t remember Dennis Rodman’s name, judge me) Venus and Serena show up! Thanks Google for the inspiration!

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Hoop-a-loop

Not Your City

I just moved to NYC, you might have heard of it.  If not, you can chat with one of the 8.5 million people that call it their home and whom also probably do much more interesting things than I do (mostly getting lost in the subway and finding myself in 8 inch puddles that are so black I would have sworn they were asphalt.)

“The city” as anyone who is anyone calls it, is the only place I know where people riding public transit in their skivvies makes sense (see below…..(get it)) and paying 12 dollars for parsley/kale/cucumber concoctions is hip as hell.

All that aside, musicians everywhere swear by this place, so I also made a green concoction full of some NYC tunes. Listen to it on the subway.  Or when you are hungry from only liquid calories.

Not Your City

A Long Way Down- Nick Hornby

I have to say I was every bit intrigued when my friend suggested this novel, explaining it was about 4 strangers who find themselves instantly bonded to each other over one tiny little detail- they were going to jump off the same building.

Each chapter is from the viewpoint of a different character, which tends to be an interesting way to set up books… but why do authors continue to feel the need to write in the worst grammar possible when trying to portray young characters?  I like to believe that we aren’t all just pounding on our keyboards waiting to see what kewl new abbrev shows up… but what do I know?

All in all, I really only kept turning the pages to see if something of interest would show up, because for the most part I found it to banal.  That being said, the point of the story was probably just that; the characters were learning to live with the day to day of their existences, and how to make that something worth waking up for.  I’d offer it to a friend to read, but maybe wouldn’t suggest paying the 10 bucks they are asking for on amazon.

 

A Long Way Down- Nick Hornby