On Tuesday I read in the Hunter "Library." Usually this works out well in the Browser's Lounge. The guards pretty much look the other way when I carry a curiously cup-shaped white paper bag in with me and station it on the radiator next to my set up. But the stacks are another story. There was a reception in the lounge on Tuesday, so I headed to the seventh floor for a nice view of the Upper East Side. I hid my drink in cubicle -- even though I was sitting under the security camera -- and propped my feet on the heater. Into How Milton Works I dove.
But here's the hitch to the lax drink security: it also means they don't give a shit about cell phones. College students, at least Hunter undergrads, don't quite understand that you don't have to answer your cell phone, particularly when you're in a library. So, sure enough, there's this chick Brooklyn brogueing her way into her Razr.
Shhs are wafting from the cubicles but she gives everybody a dirty look and continues.
So here's what I decided. If it's going to be a show, I want a good seat. So I walked over pulled up a chair and listened. Just before she noticed me she said this, "But I don't want to stay in a three-star hotel, I want to stay in a four-star hotel."
Everything you'd expect about her personality was true. Which leads me to my post on "destructive entitlement." An interesting albeit poorly edited little piece from Psychology Today: http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/pto-19930301-000009.html
Seems we should feel some -- just a little --pity for those who feel entitled.
Sometimes NY feels like a big gaping baby bird's mouth of want. People even compare each others' wants and well, find them wanting.
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