Archive for July, 2011

Your Favorite Metro

Posted: July 31, 2011 in Everything
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Yikes! Get it together, Boston. Also, Barcelona’s metro system >>>>>> your fave city.


When I told some people I was going to Barcelona their responses were centered around how beautiful everyone is and that they are all model-esque. False.

Barcelona is just like every city, a very wide range of attractivess, except that they are many brunettes here compared to blonde American barbies. I will admit though that it’s more than Europeans are ‘more beautiful’ because they don’t suffer from ‘ponytail and glasses’ syndrome.

What is that? Remember that scene in ‘Not Another Teen Movie’ when Janie is ‘made over’ by removing her glasses and letting her hair down? Well, google it if you don’t. Europeans care about how they dress, sometimes to a fault (labels, labels, labels), they have tans usually (it’s amazing what good sun can do your aura/complexion) and they are generally less tense than Americans.

Simple solution: pay attention to how you dress, get a tan and relax. Now you’re beautiful. Considering how European they look (read: white) this is soooo attainable for most that check ‘white’ on the census.

You’re welcome and that will be $75.

Barca Beaches

Posted: July 29, 2011 in Everything

Wow, I feel like I’ve seen so much skin bags on the beach – of the scrotal, belly and vaginal variety. Nude beaches are not my favorite…mostly because the fugs are the most free with it.

However, the topless and speedo culture is not such a bad thing. Have you seen my turquoise square trunks? Oh, they are the business.

Gender dynamics

Posted: July 27, 2011 in Everything
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Would be funnier if it were spelled ´sammich´

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A three-day-old human embryo is a collection of 150 cells called a blastocyst. There are, for the sake of comparison, more than 100,000 cells in the brain of a fly. If our concern is about suffering in this universe, it is rather obvious that we should be more concerned about killing flies than about killing three-day-old human embryos… Many people will argue that the difference between a fly and a three-day-old human embryo is that a three-day-old human embryo is a potential human being. Every cell in your body, given the right manipulations, every cell with a nucleus is now a potential human being. Every time you scratch your nose, you’ve committed a holocaust of potential human beings… Let’s say we grant it that every three-day-old human embryo has a soul worthy of our moral concern. First of all, embryos at this stage can split into identical twins. Is this a case of one soul splitting into two souls? Embryos at this stage can fuse into a chimera. What has happened to the extra human soul in such a case? This is intellectually indefensible, but it’s morally indefensible given that these notions really are prolonging scarcely endurable misery of tens of millions of human beings, and because of the respect we accord religious faith, we can’t have this dialogue in the way that we should. I submit to you that if you think the interests of a three-day-old blastocyst trump the interests of a little girl with spinal cord injuries or a person with full-body burns, your moral intuitions have been obscured by religious metaphysics.

— Sam Harris, on stem cell research.

Re-blogged for scientific accuracy and for reason.

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Parents x Perspective

Posted: July 27, 2011 in Everything

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Penguins are Assholes

Posted: July 27, 2011 in Everything
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This made me laugh really hard, and I don´t know why.

La Ropa

Posted: July 27, 2011 in Everything

I guess I was misinformed, but are Barcelonins actually more conservative than I thought? Sleeveless tank tops seem to cause a stir of side eyes…and my tri-color boat shoes. I could have sworn we were close to the sea.

All in jest, since I stand out for what I wear everywhere.

Update: It´s more than Europeans tend to be label conscious, and everything I wear is not a fancy label. Most of them are in Nikes and some sort of HollisterCrombie. Soon they´ll be hipsters and find all those labels to just be so…what´s the opposite of ironic?

Things Barcelonins Like

Posted: July 27, 2011 in Uncategorized

It seems that people in Barcelona or the tourists they cater to really love pizza. So many places make small homemade pizzas (round) or baguette type pizzas. It’s actually somewhat surprising, right? But then again, the NYer in me is always surprised when pizza is attempted. I’ll have to see if it’s actually good soon enough.

Also, the amount of burgers I have had here is nice. I love that ‘un hamburguesa completa’ includes an egg. Nomx3. Actually lots of things come with fried eggs. I think this is my kind of cuisine.

Did I mention that papas fritas are big here too? God bless the creator of those golden delights. The civilized society’s crack-cocaine…jk.

El Berro

Posted: July 27, 2011 in Everything

So now I’m at this cafeteria getting some food, and I don’t entiendo the menu. I had to ask what each thing on it was as I’m trying to break from my hamburger diet – although I’m getting the beef at the recommendation of the waiter.

Embarrassment aside, no, I mean embarrassing aside that I can’t read the handwritten menu del dia or that it is not Castillian Spanish – the audacity! But seriously, the waiter than asked me in English after I said no entiendo. I mean, get the concept of ‘menu del dia,’ I am cultured…the concept of prix fixe is a part of my lexicon. But I didn’t understand the actual items.

No worries, I’ll just lovingly stare into your eyes until you figure it out. Oh no, it doesn’t work like that? Damn. Ok, so the next funny part was the beverage. What do you want? What do you have? Do you have alcohol? Cue enunciation of alcohol and you have confusion. I tried to explain that it’s not beer and not water, so he asked if I wanted beer and water as if I had offended the gods of drink (hello, Bacchus). It was all fine, but really funny to me to be honest.

Oh and I forgot the part where I said ‘surprise me’ with a recommendation for course number 2 #awkwardamerican. And that was followed by asking where I was from, ‘yeah, you have an American accent,’ what part, New York? New York. Manhattan or outside? Manhattan. Where in Manhattan? Chelsea. Ah, a Manhattan boy. Someone sounds well traveled!

Scrap that, the waiter has sent over a proxy so as not to deal with English-speaking misunderstanding of the menu. I guess, I did not make a new friend.


Posted: July 25, 2011 in Everything
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In theory, my Spanish is fine but I get frustrated with how long it takes and defer to English. 8 years of training for naught.

Jk jk. I’ve actually had to use it with most people when getting food or directions.

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Dear Sirs,

Despite what my appreciation for the musical stylings of one Mr. Usher Raymond IV might suggest, I do not want to make love in this club. I don’t even want to make friends in this club. I already have friends with me – friends I intend to use as human shields and/or surrogate boyfriends to provide myself with some modicum of protection and personal space this evening. I appreciate that the preponderance of insufficiently covered breasts has probably thrown your testosterone production into overdrive, but I’m sorry to inform you that this isn’t a candy store. You can’t just grab fistfuls of whatever looks good.

But I belittle you, Men of Clubs, for most of you are certainly more strategic than that. You prowl the dance floor like lions on the Serengeti, waiting for me to get really into whatever Ke$ha jam is playing at the moment, then without breaking your stride, grab my arm and attempt to pull me along behind you, never doubting for a second that I will follow. When I break free, you give it a good 20 minutes or so then try again. Are you hoping that during that time period I will have gotten drunker and changed my “no” to a “yes?” How charmingly rape-y of you.

Later I encounter you again at the bar, where, despite my four prior rejections, you offer to buy me a drink. I politely decline though, because just as I did not want to be holdin’ you on the dance floor, I also do not want to be beholden to you for a beverage or anything else. Your generosity might be better received by one of the underage girls who will otherwise have to get her drink on by slurping down her older friends’ two dollar cranberry vodkas in the bathroom.

Do be warned, though, for while I will try to maintain a good attitude and enjoy my night out with my friends, over time my patience will wane. I will become a little less friendly every time you grab me from behind, every time you tell me you own the club and order me to dance with you, every time you physically block my passage, causing me to hip-check you out of the way. I’m a lady in the street and Darren frickin’ McCarty in the club.

Perhaps you think me unkind. I can hardly be offended by guys wanting to dance with me at a club, of all places. And to those few gems among you who have asked me with your words and not your hands, I applaud you and absolve you of the general label of “skeevy” I have bestowed upon your bretheren. Never mind the fact that “do you want to dance?” actually means “would you care to rub your ass rhythmically on my genitals?” At least you ASKED. But no, no thank you.

Best of luck,


La Platja de Sant Sebastia

Posted: July 25, 2011 in Everything
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No that´s not me, it´s Karlie Kloss. However, I was looking this fly on the beach today sans 90% of what´s she´s got on.

McDonald´s: US vs Europe

Posted: July 25, 2011 in Everything
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I´ve been to McDonald´s thrice in Europe, you know, just to say that I did…and their free wifi. They are not fat there, mostly because every damn thing is small there or isn´t as good. I think they don´t use transfat there because the food is really just not the same. You´d be thin too if transfat´s deliciousness didn´t own your soul.