the [chestnut] hills

Living in Boston and being unemployed is similar to living on Long Island and being unemployed. My mind is given the freedom to roam about and dwell on any particular topic for as long as it pleases. Thank god I'm starting school in January. Until then, here are some deep thoughts...

On Pop Culture:
My roommate and I were trying to figure out what a TV show about our life somewhat resembling the hills would be called...the Beacon Hills? the Chestnut Hills? the Fanueil Halls? Anyway, it will come to me eventually and one day you'll see me on your fancy flat screen with an obvious caption of my place in the made-for-tv hierarchy like "Rachel's Roommate" or "so and so's girlfriend." That will be the day. I am still working on a very convincing, "so what did you do last night?"


On Boston:
You know what? People on the T reeeeally like to eat disgusting and extremely smelly fast food in close proximity to my face. Maybe it's that girls in Montreal just don't eat, but never have I smelled so much greasy food in enclosed spaces than I have on the T. I did see a guy eating a hard-boiled egg on a bus in Montreal once, which may be plain strange, but it did not stink up a joint like super size french fries do. It's rude, it's kind of gross because who knows how dirty the T is, and honestly food should not be an afterthought.

In relation to that, I have also noticed that many Bostonians have no problem eating at mass chain restaurants...like, you live in a city, maybe skip Pizzeria Uno tonight and try something new? There is pretty great food here, trust me. Sometimes I feel like Boston is just a bunch of suburbanites who got lost, ended up in a metropolis, and don't know how to deal with things. Another example, everyone has a car! When I so much as insinuate the prospect of walking somewhere I am often met with glances and an overwhelming "ohh that's right you are from New York." What exactly does that mean anyway?

I don't want to insult anyone and I do kind of enjoy interesting nuances from city to city...which these can certainly be interpreted as...but seriously, stop eating McDonald's on the T.