1:15pm... A humdrum assignment for the ladies of Basic English, November 2008, turned into melee as we all compared car crashes we've all been involved with here in SoFlo. All I asked was that each student pick a news story, summarize it, and do some basic research. Nothing longer than a page. I figure I'll mildly torture my classes the same way the friggin history department did to me when I was in college. One page summaries were the devil, and still are. (My style is not one page. True neurotics will never be one-pagers because we have way more than one page to say about everything.) The news stories the women came up with... well, not too pleasant. But instead of talking about the assignment, we talked about ourselves. (All-women class, what do you expect?)Turns out I have a loudmouth who friends dead people via MySpace, a girl who's friends with people who would rather protect their fake boobs and not their faces when they get into major car accidents, a chick who's dating a crazed freak who recently enlisted (my top choice for defender of country), and a girl who actually went to boot camp, but was medically discharged after her shin splints turned into fractures. And there are 4 other women in the class.
Haha, what a group. The difference between men and women is in the stories they tell. With guys, it's all braggadocio and stuff that they did to other people (and women). With chicks, the stuff happens to them, and they are the story. I love it. Best storytellers ever are women. Cause they were there when it all went down.
And because I am a true aficionado of drama, check out a story in that damned NYC rag, the Post, about the best show on earth. New episode tonight, where my man Chuck finally rips Dan's head off for being the biggest tool on earth and Leighton Meester goes to fisticuffs with Wallace Shawn...
Also, New York magazine does a terrific episode recap that tallies the real versus fake points of a show set in New York about New Yorkers. it's honestly laugh out loud funny, and a big reason why I now love Tuesday mornings. Truth be told, they've even printed a comment or two from yours truly. Go to www.nymag.com and check for Gossip Girl recap in the Daily Intel section. You will be ROTFL, in GG-ese.