A local company which shall remain nameless is holding a movie night with the perfect romantic film: “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.” Here’s what comes to mind whenever I think about the Audrey Hepburn classic:
Why not take away the dancing, too, and be done with it altogether?
I was down in New York City a couple of months ago, minding my own business, when I stumbled upon one of these lame happenings — basically, people asserting their superior hipness over the headphone-less ones.
I immediately tried to cross the street. Until I saw the Apple Store across the way.
It was then that I knew how Odysseus felt as he tried to navigate between Scylla and Charybdis.
Don’t laugh, but when I was a child in the Philippines, I (along with my whole family) watched the Miss Universe pageant with great interest every year. I think a lot of other Filipino families did, too.
We watched because a Filipina had won the whole shebang in 1969, and again in 1973, and we didn’t really have much else to be proud of on the world stage since. We even took a perverse pleasure in the fact that foreign nationals — like Julio Iglesias (did you know he married a Filipina?) — were swooping in and taking our beautiful women away, presumably to much better lives.
So, even though the Miss Universe pageant becomes more of an anachronism with each passing year, I’m glad that this year’s Miss Philippines, Venus Raj, is getting plenty of attention.
And if she doesn’t win, well, at least now we have Manny Pacquiao.
*I live in the Capital Region, which uses the 518 area code. †There is a website called AllOverAlbany that has attracted the area’s would-be hipsters. The folks who run it are lovely, but … ‡Yeah. §Need I explain?