Apropos to today’s post, my two great loves cleverly juxtaposed in this wonderful mash-up.
We love Paris. Next to our home metropolis of New York, it just might be our favorite city in the world. And having been here on two previous occasions, we felt no pressure to check things off a to-do list this time around. In fact, with everything there is to do here, our list was surprisingly empty.
Resentment bubbles up in the strangest of places. This morning’s bit of bile comes, oddly enough, in the form of an attack on the practice of enjoying a late morning meal with friends.
“Brunch” I learned today “is for jerks.” At least that is what I thought I’d learn by reading a New York Times Sunday Review article by David Shaftel published under that exact title. What I learned instead is not what makes people who brunch jerks, because that is never really explained, but rather how obligations can sometimes make people petty and sour.
We thought we were alone in the wilderness. Not completely, of course. We knew there were others out there like us. But never did we think that a post-apocalyptic cable show featuring walking corpses had a fighting chance to appeal to anything more than a niche audience. How wrong we were.