I can identify with the endless searching through mini-vanity license plates and key chains racks at tourist spots, too, Costaki. It’s not so sad that our names weren’t to be found in those racks, it’s that our parents let us keep searching. Of course, last time I checked there isn’t a sweet bar-anthem 80s band named “Costaki”… sorry.
This one is all about delivery. Not kitten or baby delivery. Cy’s. “The MOST.” “I didn’t say three kittens in a multi-kitten tragedy.” Now there is a LINE.
Favorite. It’s not the overdone humor characterizing females as lame, it’s commentary on how completely lame the stuff is that we raise girls to like. Nate’s right. Quit buying us babies when we’re still babies! Luckily I was raised on ninja turtles with my brother. The April O’Neil reference, by far, tops the charts. I had to play April so many times growing up… that’s probably why I was Rafael for Halloween three years ago. Red fabric, sais, XL green wetsuit and a round sweater drying rack strapped to my back was my Easy Bake Oven fantasy
Commentary like this on racism is edgy, but healthy. I lived in Queens for 3 years after growing up in a more rural area, and will admit to the initial knee-jerk white person apprehension he refers to, because I’m the butt of the joke in that scenario. Then I progressed and thought, I should get myself a Wu-Tang bubble jacket; it’s cold! But I didn’t want to scare anyone.