We skipped spring
What a glorious day. High of 85? Are you kidding me? Somehow hopped right over spring and went right to summer.
On a whim, I decided to take a drive around Kenilworth and Winnetka today. Wow. People there are loaded. Now as a red-blooded Republican, I should not in any way attach negative connotations to wealth, but I’m afraid I do. For some reason, I sneer at the multimillion dollar houses with well-manicured laws. I sneer at New Trier High School with its students’ Range Rovers, Jeeps, and Hummers parked on neighboring streets. I sneer at fit, trim, thirtysomething wives walking purebred dogs at 1:30 in the afternoon. I shouldn’t, but I do.
Why? Why do I irrationally dislike these people and their wealth? Some if not most, of them deserve to be rich. Wealthy people do not deserve to be the object of disdain. Perhaps my sneers are a remnant of my liberal education and my professors’ collective and pathetic desire for redistribution of wealth and other long-dead Marxist ideals. I don’t know. But I hate those New Trier kids. Maybe it’s because I think that they think they’re entitled and “above the law” and all that. Ubdoubtedly some of them do hold that attitude. I should probably check my prejudices of rich people at the door, though. After all, I plan to be rich in not tooo long!
Anyhow, not wanting to spend this lovely day cooped up in the apartment, I walked down to Potbelly’s with Anne and Adele for a milkshake. It was quite nice, just relaxing outside and enjoying the weather for an hour or so. It was easygoing, undramatic, and fairly spontaneous–the way things should be with the CM but never are anymore.
AND. Speaking of the CM. Mary Jones, you need a fucking lecture. No one else will give it to you, so I will. Listen the fuck up.
You do not own Monday night, thus you cannot capriciously “cancel” it. Get a fucking clue. Do not reply that you always organize it, because you don’t. You screw up all the time. You get “tired.” You reneg on commitments so you can go do things with Mark. Case in point: LAST FUCKING NIGHT. If you hadn’t fucked it up, Adele and Nick wouldn’t have been stuck at Gio’s alone, so grow up.
You are not the center of attention. You are not the collective godmother of this social group. If you are, we should all be turned over to DCFS because you’re doing a horrible goddamn job. Stop your passive-aggressive bullshit. Stop whining about how no one calls you to do things when you consistently make it difficult to do things with you by (1) devoting all your time to M. Roberts, (2) getting “tired” and other lame excuses like that, or (3) flat-out rejecting people’s social invitations (ahem).
You need to grow up a little bit. Thanks.