(Almost) nobody knows this, but there’s someone in my life who I met in strange circumstances (no, I’m not going to elaborate) who I never expected to get close to, and who may end up (hopefully by saying this I don’t jinx it) a boyfriend. At the moment I’m doing one of those “live one day at a time” things with no expectations.
As the typical romantic sap that I am, I had to take a photo of him sleeping. Here he is as I see him (through my rose-tinted glasses).
I am really surprised I haven’t read anything (ever) in the news about this. But I’ve just finally come to a big realization: the September 11th attacks really had a devastating effect on the lives of New Yorkers—and I’m talking Post Traumatic Stress Disorder level effects.
In the last six years I’ve met a number of people, and I love talking to people about their careers, their lives, etc. I was talking to a guy this last weekend, just some new acquaintance that I made, and I was hearing a story about his career—about how he was working a high-paid corporate job and soon after 9/11 he left the job, became a freelancer, and his entire career after that just seemed to drift about with no direction. Now he’s trying to get back into the corporate workplace, but after being away so long, and after sort of “losing his nerve” he doesn’t think he could interview back into a similar (Vice President) position.
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I’ve never written many “gay” posts before. I’m not sure why. I guess it’s easier to write about politics or computers or something similarly heady. Maybe it’s also because in ways it’s so much more personal. That said, I just (re)-rented a “gay movie” on Netflix that I thought was really top-notch, and it got me in a writing mood.
Gay Cinema is a funny thing, at least I’ve always thought it was. Ten years ago I first moved out to New York City. It was 1997, not all that terribly long ago in my book, but in some ways totally different. There were only one or two token gay characters on any television show; come to think of it, I only remember one on Melrose Place. Nothing remotely resembling Will & Grace existed. There were two types of movies: obscure films with limited release that delivered depressing drama about AIDS (Philadelphia, Longtime Companion, And the Band Played On, etc.) or very-very obscure low budget movies that only made the film festival circuit that all too often had bad writing, bad acting, and/or bad production value. Both categories were destined to fill the obscure “Gay Cinema” corner in any video rental store.
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This morning I just read two articles in the New York Time: PTAs Go Way Beyond Cookies and Grades Rise as Reading Skills Drop in H.S. Study. As a counterpoint, there was also an article about companies catering to the super-rich which got me thinking about Social Class again.
I often ponder Social Class. It’s been a curiosity of mine ever since I attended Pomona College, an elite liberal arts college in California. I could only hope to go there thanks to generous financial aid and a family that was determined to support my education, even when far cheaper alternatives existed in my local state universities. While at Pomona I met an incredibly wide range of classmates across the social spectrum. It has one of the most generous financial aid programs in the country, more so than almost any other private school, so it’s easier for people of humble backgrounds to go there. What fascinated me, however, were the students who came from the wealthy families.
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I just wanted to write a quick blog update. I’ve been too busy to compose a carefully crafted, substantive entry, which is good news…
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