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One-Percent Jokes and Plutocrats in Drag: What I Saw When I Crashed a Wall Street Secret Society

I found this extremely amusing and outrageous at the same time. How can such money giants be so reckless? Sometimes I lose faith in the adults of our society, whether it is Michael Dunn shooting an innocent boy and being acquitted or crazy billionaires throwing offensive parties to flaunt their wealth. I can only hope that my generation, our generation, will redefine the expectations of how to conduct yourself in society. I suggest that people read this article because Kevin Roose, aptly captures the stupidity of these rich men and what it tells us about them. 


Alexa Chung at the Christian Siriano private dinner and after party, February 8, 2014 

Alexa Chung at the Christian Siriano private dinner and after party, February 8, 2014 

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Nostalgia

Nostalgia: a wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period or irrecoverable condition.

        I watched Midnight in Paris some years ago, I thought Owen Wilson’s character was crazy. Why would someone want to live in the past? But after last summer’s days full of Boy meets World, Full House, Friends Sabrina the Teenage Witch, and, queue the trumpets, Gilmore Girls, I wish I lived in the 90s. I want the baby colors, the landlines with telephone cords, the cube computers, the dark lipstick, and to just be able to smell the air back then. Maybe I shouldn’t be making my judgement of the 90s based on TV shows, but everything back then seemed so simply great. There is something about the past that is so enticing, maybe it’s how the weather always matched the season. Snowing in the winter. Flowery in the spring. Bright in the summer. Warm in the Fall. Or maybe it’s how the teenagers never felt the need to shop for 18 hours from Thanksgiving Day to the day after. Or how everyone hung out at coffee shops. Or how they drank coffee out of those blue and white plastic cups. Or how neighbors were friends. Or how friends called each other when they wanted to talk. Or how people were just nice. 

      The world just seemed like a better place 10 years ago than it did now. Seriously, on Black Friday 90% of my newsfeed on Facebook and Instagram were pictures of things people bought. It’s disgusting. People are gifting themselves on sales for no reason and bragging about it when people in the Philippines are living on trash mountains, or scavenging through debris for their family members.

Maybe, I’m just suffering a poor case of Weltschmerz, but this is what I think.  

my inspiration

my inspiration

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india~

smell of pollution

auto rides

children running around 

my grandma