I live in New York City. Therefore, I should be used to Random Acts of Rudeness. Small things should no longer phase me. But because I am a nice, sweet, mostly polite girl, I am still very often radically offended and crazily frustrated by rude people acting obnoxiously. Here are a few examples of my most recent run-ins with RAR.

• At a job interview, the interviewer answers his blackberry not once, not twice, but three times in the middle of my answers to his questions. No sorry, hold on a moment, just a complete switch from looking at me and listening to typing away on his stupid toy. Each time he would chuckle at whatever inside joke was taking place on the tiny screen, leaving me nothing to do but admire the bare walls and stare out the window. Needless to say, I’m taking that job the day hell freezes over. Read More »

After reading this article, I immediately A) contemplated the idea of joining a dating site, B) thought about buying myself a nice large carton of ice cream, and C) considered bursting into depressed, under-achieving tears.

Apparently, there are loads of 20-Somethings just swarming the streets of NYC who are already married, buying houses, and having kids.

These “New Victorians” (as the article dubs them) are über-educated, über-driven, and kinda boring.

Most of them would rather spend the night at home with their significant other than go out on the town, renovate their bathroom instead of driving off on a road trip, and own 3 purebred cats instead of cruising by their local ASPCA for a big, hyper dog.

Somewhere along the line, these “New Vics” must have picked up enough money to do all these things by 27, because not many people I know in that age range have the kind of cash that allows for a steady, stable home in a city where a studio apartment can start at $1500 a month. Read More »

I’m all for women’s rights, a feminist, no doubt. Recently, I even got into a heated (drunken) debate with a guy friend when he tried to claim that girls can’t drive. After all, how many accidents had he gotten into as opposed to my one measly fender bender? I refused to let him get away with such a pompous statement.

I have a point.

Somewhere along the road, as intelligent ladies demanded equal rights to our male counterparts, (Which by the way we still don’t have. 77 cents to a fella’s dollar, ladies!) men consequently decided that equal rights meant the abolishment of chivalry. Either that, or they just got lazy. (Ahem, the latter. In my opinion.)

What makes matters so atrocious is not even the actual death of chivalry, but the fact that girls everywhere have accepted it, and don’t expect much anymore.

Nowadays, wined and dined makes less sense than that damn word that lost you the spelling bee in fifth grade. (Who knew pneumonia had a P?) Girls’ expectations have become so minimal that if a guy opens the door for you he’s a Casanova, if he pays for dinner he’s practically Romeo, and if he calls you again within three days, well it must be too good to be true. Read More »

So, I’ve moved to NYC for the summer, and my cousin/roommate has wasted no time in introducing me to her glamazon downtown world of secret clubs, semi – big names and other assorted good – looking people who have Blackberries for no reason (seriously, I feel Amish with my two – year old cell phone. But even if I somehow scrounged up the cash for a Blackberry, I would never use it. I’d feel pathetic because I get about one text message per month. From my mom).

Anyway. I feel a little weird being around all these quasi – famous and ultra rich young hipsters. I can easily pass for one of them, but deep down I’m nothing but a simple farm girl. Which makes the prospect of dating a pseudo – socialite tricky. I automatically assume that all the Blackberry boys are wayyyyy out of my league. I mean, all they need to do is look at my cell phone to see I’m nothing like the other Kirsten Dunst clones.

Strangely, though, fancy suitors are competing for my attention left and right. But I’m having trouble letting down my air of mystique for fear that they will discover my true identity and deem me below their league. Read More »

I have a little claim to fame.

Well, let’s not kid ourselves—I have lots of claims to fame, some not fit for print—but this one has both made people shake their heads at my ridiculousness and saved me valuable time and energy. What is it? Why, my habit of working one day at a new internship and then promptly quitting.

Yes, it’s true. In fact, I just did it again two days ago.

And I’m glad.

It seems strange to work so hard for something, namely, a summer internship, and then leave after a day. But I’m here to tell you it’s not strange or lazy, provided you’re doing it for the right reasons.

I was pumped about this internship. It was with an organization I respected, was involved in exactly what I want to be involved in once grad school ends and the Loan Monster starts nipping at my heels, and the people connected seemed great. I was optimistic that the last summer internship of my life would truly make use of the talents I’ve been spending thousands of dollars to foster.

But alas, on the first day, it became clear that this was not to be. The morning started out with menial tasks, and the literary manager—someone I thought I’d be working for—hardly looked in my direction except to ask me to address an envelope for him (why the presence of interns make people forget how to do the simplest tasks, I’ll never know). Five hours into the day I was walking around New York, lugging huge packages across midtown and deciding just how and when I’d say goodbye.

But wait! You say, couldn’t that just have been a case of the First Days?

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I am the queen of summer jobs and internships.

I have done everything from chase kids around in nurseries to waitressing to getting covered in dirt in a greenhouse to working in a tiny cubicle in a Manhattan talent office to running errands for a crazy agent to making pizza for one day.

Looking back, there are so many things I wish I could have told my little 19 year old self during her first foray into living alone and interning in New York City. One of those things would be to never eat the coleslaw in any restaurant (they totally reuse that shit), but I would also tell her how to deal with completely psychotic bosses and why it’s okay to lie to certain part time employers. Read More »

Heidi Klum and Tim Gunn received a rude awakening in L.A. at auditions for the next season of Project Runway, scheduled to premiere this summer. According to TMZ.com, the turnout was a record low and producers were “scrambling” to contact more up and coming designers to audition.

For some reason, I was surprised by this mainly because of the popularity and success of the show. I figured that any schmuck who could sew a button onto a jacket would fight for a chance to be Tim Gunn’s next prodigy.

So, what I’m trying to say is that if you have an ounce of designing talent in you…Go to the next audition! If they’re running low and trying to scrounge up people, you have that much better of a chance. I did a little research into when and where the next open call auditions are taking place…

Miami: April 5

New York City: April 7-9

Check out bravotv.com for more information

Sound like a long shot? In my opinion, if Santino was able to make it onto the last season, then I think it’s possible for just about anyone!