one of my favorite things about watching sunny is catching the cast either breaking or trying to hide their laughter so here’s a two minute compilation of it happening
She is wonderful.
And it happened in Westwood, NJ!
So do you think I can convince my mother to skip Yom Kippur for a Cranberry Festival this year?
Well, either way, I think I’m going to go.
Guys, this is cool.
And the original use was for kippas!
Two games. Baltimore Ravens running back Ray Rice was caught on a security camera dragging his unconscious wife-to-be Janay Palmer by the hair, after knocking her unconscious, and the National Football League has chosen to suspend him for two games. Rice in fact will return to the field just in time to wear the NFL’s pink-festooned uniforms to celebrate their deep commitment to breast cancer awareness—and their even deeper commitment to selling sixty-dollar jerseys marketed aggressively to their female fan base. In fact, the Ray Rice all-pink number is available for purchase right now. The NFL actually needs a Violence Against Women Month instead, to raise awareness about a killer that malignantly throbs in every locker room. But that is not going to happen, and it is worth understanding why.
The NFL, as many have been writing for too many years, has a violence-against-women problem. The incidents are too many to catalogue. But by suspending Ray Rice for two games, a lighter suspension than the league’s marijuana smokers receive, Roger Goodell and his coterie of owners are sending a message that it just doesn’t matter. I don’t know why anyone would expect more from a league notorious for racist nicknames, out-of-control owners and a locker-room culture that would shame some high schools. But still. Two games. I did not think the NFL had the capacity to stun me with its blockheadedness, but I was wrong.
Today was insane.
I had to work today, as with most Sundays.
Today was especially brutal. I only got a five minutes of my hour long break 2 hours after I was supposed to go break.
The lines were insane. The flow of people was almost constant. I’d never seen it like that before.
I did see my cousin from California’s sister in law, who I’ve met on a couple of occasions. I called her out to talk. She didn’t recognize me until I was like “what up… I’m Katie, Jordan’s cousin.” (I didn’t actually say “what up.”) And then she started to register my presence. Her husband didn’t recognize me at all. Though, I think I only met her husband in person at Thanksgiving this past year and I was only there for like an hour before they even sat down for dinner. So fine, whatever. He was kind of incredulous, “you’re really Jordan’s cousin?” Which like, fucking wait until you walk away from me to talk about how you don’t recognize me at all.
Still, I let them use some of my free passes and gave them discounts in the café and gift shop and told them the best spots to hit up in the museum.
I am so kind.