I will never be a trophy wife...
This article proves it.
Being only half wasp, first generation Ivy, and a brunette, I probably won't qualify. That's ok; I'm sticking with New York politics anyway. No DC for me!
Being only half wasp, first generation Ivy, and a brunette, I probably won't qualify. That's ok; I'm sticking with New York politics anyway. No DC for me!
posted by Amanda @ 9:46 PM
3 Comments:
At 10:51 PM,
JEP said…
That's OK. You're in good company. I'll never be a trophy wife either. I only have the "W" & "P" part of the WASP equation down, would probably also be a brunette if I wasn't so bald, and the closest I ever came to Ivy was an ill-fated escape route through the poisoned variety in Alabama immediately after my first skinny dipping adventure was rudely interrupted by the Decataur Police Department. Coupled with the fact that I am a heterosexual male, the odds of me being anybody's wife are pretty slim as long as I remain blissfully unincarcerated.
At 1:43 AM,
Amanda said…
hahahaha
why were you in Alabama?
I have lots of family down there.
At 12:55 AM,
JEP said…
I was going to a Navy technical school in Memphis at the same time a boot camp buddy of mine was home on leave in Alabama. We went to Decataur for the 4th of July weekend and, of course, some SERIOUS binge drinking. In fact, during the course of 4 days, we ended up having long, meaningful discussions with the police 3 times, avoiding arrest on all occaisions (the first Gulf War had just ended and thank God southern cops are patriotic folk). Had a great time though. Loved Alabama. Hated Mississippi.
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