Dear Rosie...

Senior year of college, all anyone wants to talk about are my plans for the future. This is something I don't like to discuss. Partly because I feel like it's MY plan, not yours, and partly because I just want to let life take me where it will, no plan necessary.

I keep in touch with a lot of my teachers from high school. I know, "how lame", "teacher's pet". Try teacher's son. Suck on that for a bit.


















Recently, one of my teachers finally retired, and in a series of emails, I became unusually affected and inspired by what she had to say. She explained that now, at about 65 years old, she feels like a kid who is figuring out what she wants to be when she grows up. What a fantastic notion!

She tries new things, decides if it's right for her, and moves on if it's not. What a philosophy.

I thought to myself: if it's ok for a 65 year old woman to be first discovering herself now, learning about her strengths, weaknesses, likes and dislikes, then it's ok for me to NOT be ready to plan out the next stage of my life right this very moment. Who needs that kind of pressure?

What would I like to be when I grow up? Ask me in 40 years.

With that in mind, I feel extremely confidant in the ways in which I spend my time.














Last week, a few friends and I signed up for a Gingerbread House building contest. None of us had ever built one before.














We started out kind of sloppy, but soon we got the hang of it. After a while though, we saw that the teams around us were building very intricate, elaborate houses in the shapes of famous buildings in Boston and around the world. So we decided to spruce ours up the only way we knew how:














We made it into a brothel! A Gingerbread Brothel. For the record, the characters having a finger-cuff 3-way in the front there, are Hansel, Gretel, and that mean old Witch.

We were all really proud of our creation. Sex sells, after all. And it didn't matter that we lost in every category. It was a good learning experience. Way to go team!














When I'm not constructing XXX confectionery, I hang out with the people I love, and sometimes do schoolwork as well.



























You know, it's not all fun and games. I don't want this to sound like I do nothing productive. But who takes pictures of themselves being productive? It's just about a healthy balance of fun I think.

Last week, things got kind of crazy at the Fusion party, but what better way to celebrate Kristopher's send-off? He's going to Sydney next semester. I'll miss him.


















And this weekend while celebrating Erika's birthday, Mike showed us some crack, and Erika showed me some lip.

























So while all of this reaffirmed for me that growing up is not yet required, recent news stories have made it quite clear that SOME people need to. And FAST!

Last week on The View, Rosie O'Donnell made fun of Chinese people by mimicking their language the way 7 year old kids from Iowa might. There was a lot of "chings" and "chongs" and it was just disgusting and insulting.

And while part of me wants to listen to Rosie, let it slide, and pass it off as "just joking", other recent Rosie related craziness has made it clear that she needs to grow up.










Dear Rosie,

What happened? You used to be semi respectable. You said you were a lesbian a long time ago, and most of the country STILL watched your show. You were winning people over to our side on the whole gay thing. Right on! But now you make EVERYTHING a gay issue, and guess what! It's NOT.

Accusing Kelly Rippa of being homophobic for telling Clay Aiken to get his hand off her mouth is ridiculous. Clay Aiken is disgusting! I wouldn't let him put his hand over my mouth either! Let alone look at me. And now you're making fun of Chinese people?? WHAT THE F!

You're acting like a HUGE (wink) hypocrite by accusing people of being homophobic who AREN'T and then making fun of another marginalized group of Americans, and just passing it off as a harmless joke.


Take a bit of your own advice (from A League of Their Own ):

Start using your head. That's that lump 3 feet above your ass.


I may have a while before I need to grow up, but you should have a long time ago.

Peace OUT!

-evan