Natalie Portman, so not tickling my fancy.
I know this post comes almost two weeks too late, but I still want to share my thoughts on the topic. Natalie Portman won the Golden Globe for Best Actress two Sundays ago, and gave a really awkward speech with a really awkward laugh. I’m not sure if they were side effects of her knocked-up-ness, because the behavior didn’t seem typical of her Harvard-educated (did she graduate?) self. But that’s not what bothered me the most. It was her [Viktor & Rolf] dress. It was disgusting. Sure, she’s pregnant, but does that mean that she needed to wear a pale pink sack with a glorified applique on it? And what was up with the french twist hairdo? Did she also become a 50-year-old politician? And – I’ll stop with the criticisms after this – when did her arms become tiny little stumps? It’s been very frustrating to see her on the “best dressed” lists since the show, so I had to give my two cents. Phew. That feels better.
[This is a modified version of an email I sent to a friend a few minutes ago.]
My law school sells passes to law students who are living in the area and studying for the bar. I’ve noticed them in the library lately. Particularly, there’s been this one guy who is in my carrell all the time. Now, this is MY carrell. People who study in this area respect other people’s spots. I had to wake up many early mornings to ensure that this became MY carrell.
So yesterday, even though it was Saturday and NO ONE comes to the library early, I came at 9:15 (it opens at 9) to make sure that I was in my rightful place. The only reason I didn’t arrive at 9 is because I stopped at a store, which opens at 9, to get food for the day. So I walk into the 3rd flooor reading room, dead empty and quiet, as it always is at that time on a Saturday morning after the second week of school. I mosey on over to my carrell… AND HE IS SITTING THERE!! WTF! SO ANNOYED! I mean, I got the second best carrell, but it just didn’t do it for me. I like my view from MY carrell. To make matters worse, we were the only two people on the entire floor (perhaps the entire library!) for HOURS. He was the ONLY thing standing between me and my carrell.
So today, I know I have to get here before the library opens. And I do. I’m waiting outside the library. Who do I see approaching the building? None other than the carrell stealer. It’s 8:59. Then it’s 9:02. Then 9:04. I’m arguing with the security guards that it’s past 9 and the library should be open. It’s me standing in front of the doors, and the guy is right behind me. We’ve formed our own tw0-person line. It’s straight out of a Larry David script. We’re given the go ahead. Do I take the stairs? Do I take the elevator? I head towards the stairs. And I BOOK IT.
I’m in my carrell. I have my wonderful view.
I think I scared the guy. I don’t even think he’s in this room. He might recognize me as the only person who gets to the library as crazy early as he does and who always walks over to the carrell he’s sitting in.
But not today. Today, this carrell has returned to its rightful owner.
Success. Sweet success.