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That Kind Of Woman: Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a...
Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her…
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cosmo tip #256
next time he wants to roleplay make it into a larp session and CUT HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF
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Murica
The place I work plays shitty “classic” rock all day, everyday. But memorial day weekend is absolutely the worst. Honestly, how many times can someone listen to “Born in the USA”? But occasionally something good will come on and I will have to sing it as I sling hot dogs and fries. Anywho, today Simon and Garfunkel’s “America” came on and for some reason it struck me as perfect. It’s not a song about nationalism, or kickin ass, or working hard and it doesn’t play on metaphors about trains or cars. It’s about two kids, running away in a quest to find America.
It made me wonder if I really knew America. I’ve never spent much time outside of New England, so despite living here I don’t really know America. I have a lot of regional pride. I’m proud to be from Boston, from New England, from a progressive state with well paid teachers and an emphasis on education. I’m proud to live somewhere that produced the type of people that I’ve looked up to as role models. Proud of the village that raised me. But it’s a mixed bag, I’m also embarrassed to live somewhere that produced so many of the racist, xenophobic douchebags I’ve known. But am I proud to be an American? Maybe, maybe not. I’m only twenty-one and I guess I haven’t exactly figured out what it means to be a citizen of the United States. I haven’t seen enough of America to know much more than a European teenager on a train.
I love the harbor and the mountains, the seasons and the forests. In a fundamental way, I love the land. But I haven’t decided if I feel any type of national pride. I’ve just been put off by the insularity and arrogance of the more patriotic individuals I’ve known. When I was sixteen, I figured I wouldn’t be intensely conflicted anymore by my age.
In conclusion, I’m certainly fortunate and blessed even to have been born somewhere with this quality of life. I’m fortunate that my parents could thrive here and that they were able to provide me with a head start in finding the life I want to have. I’m not particularly proud of my government, but I’m exceedingly proud of other American individuals and their ideals. These people and their lessons fostered the things I’ve come to appreciate about myself. I’m proud to live somewhere are naturally beautiful as I do and to have the financial freedom to explore places and lifestyles.
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