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From reading the comments on this site, I find that there are some urgent questions that must be addressed. Because, yes, inquiring minds want to know.
1. Why did I say I shouldn’t wear a white bra under a white shirt? Oh my God, I know! I, too, was under the impression that white-under-white was the correct combination. But in the recent past I’ve read many women’s magazines that specifically characterize the white bra as evil. Try this dos and don’ts page on Cents of Style to get you started. Only a white bra under a black top is worse, though that didn’t stop Scarlett Johannsen.
2. I don’t live at Franklin and Girard, but I was there taking pictures for a story (scroll allll the way down) in the paper. I live in West Philly around 38th and Baltimore. If you go to the Fu Wah Mini Market, you’ll probably see me cruising for granola or Pop Tarts.
3. Now a question for Little Champ: How does he not get lost in the apartment? I texted him this question and he got right back to me. His typing skills are naturally inferior, but here’s what he wrote: “i donot get lost bcuz i m afraid to go 2 far from uncle but last nite they took mee to the fu wa [ed. note: see No. 2] and i got 2 C the outside world 4 the 1st time it was rilly cool and i hope 2 go again.” Champ is taking some liberties there. We did take him outside but after a couple minutes on Uncle’s shoulder, he climbed back into his fleece pouch and cowered.
liz | 4:15 PM | Uncategorized
Thanks for the link. I think I’d like to check that book out. The Melrose is, indeed, still swinging. I can see it from my living room window. And it *is* hard to say whether anyone’s selling drugs around here. But there sure are a lot of people just hanging around.
I don’t know if you wandered down Marshall St. at all while you were up here. There’s a whole group of folks, mostly older, who sit out on the sidewalk on decrepit old furniture, smoking cigarettes and barbecueing out of a barrel. I have no idea where they come from–there aren’t very many residences on my street–but they show up every day. They used to park in front of these abandoned buildings at the end of the block, but the buildings got demolished to make way for the new (huge) Charter school. So now they just go across the street. They stare at me a little when I ride my bike past them, and seem surprised whenever I wave, nod or say hello. But someone usually returns my greeting.
It’s a strange place to live. I often wonder to myself whether I feel safe here… and usually the answer is yes, although somehow I feel like that is the wrong answer.
I’ll take your word it, though it still seems very counterintuitive, about white beneath white being a faux pas. I should find a similar list for males as well, though.
And Little Champ: Lucky you, that Auntie’s given you your cell phone! So you liked the outside world? Good! But never try and go out on your own, it can be a dangerous place for a small fella like you.
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