The Southern Expat Communique: New York observations of a displaced belle

What can a Happiness Index teach us?

Alexa von Tobel is at it again. This time, she is helping us determine whether wealth is tantamount to happiness. What do we learn from her today? In short,

1.   Money doesn’t necessarily make you happy. Duh.

2.   The wealth gap in our country is extraordinary: the top 20% of the country earns 8 times as much as the bottom 20%.

3.   There exists something called the Gross National Happiness (GNH) Index. By god, I think the Bhutanese are on to something by quantifying happiness as a kind of national commodity. Happy people are more productive, right?

Alright, kids, what are you going to do today to improve the GNH of your country, state, city, home? I might just schedule a field trip to Bhutan, Denmark, or Norway to learn from a happy example, you know? Let me know if you want to sign up! In the meantime, I am going to listen to some blues music (which I think is downright inspirational) and pick up a copy of The Geography of Bliss.

Have a beautiful day even if the sun isn’t shining above you!


Why I’m the luckiest girl in the world…

There has been lots of change in my life in the last month to say the least. I have moved to Le Petite Roche, gotten hitched, seen an amazing country on my honeymoon (what up Belize!!), and started a new job. I had a birthday somewhere in there too, but I barely remember it. My head is nearly spinning but not literally.

In case you don’t know about the Clinton Foundation, my new employer, and all of the amazing things the foundation accomplishes each year, you should check it out! Please come visit the Clinton Presidential Center when you are in Little Rock, too. I can’t believe I get to work here every day! As you all know, I’m not a Cardinals fan, but WJC is. Our temporary exhibit on the Cardinals is great, and I’m looking forward to what we have coming up in the summer and fall!

In short, I’m delighted with my new life. P and I are loving our new (to us) Hillcrest home, getting to celebrate friends’ birthdays, cheering for the Travs, and randomly bumping into good people we know at the grocery and everywhere else. Now, just to find a car for me! Any recommendations? See y’all soon!



3 reasons why New York men have lost their minds

Anyone who knows me marginally, knows that I have an old-fashioned set of sensibilities. I like manners.  Emily Post (one of two print versions on my book shelves, although the online version is lovely) is a source I consult on at least a weekly basis.  I look forward to setting the table with all utensils assigned to their proper places.  And, I like people of the male persuasion to treat their female counterparts as though they are ladies even if they are not, in fact, ladies.

I’m aware that I moved north of the Mason-Dixon line a year ago.  I’m aware that not all men south of that demarcation are courteous or observe all southern mandates and niceties.  Do I think they feel bad when they do not treat women kindly?  Yes.  Because their mommas taught them better than that. (Thank you, Mr. Kincaid).  For some reason, although there are completely lovely people up here, these men did not get the memo re: “ladies first.”  The Titanic would be an even sadder place for women and children today.

I’ve come up with a few examples of how chivalry has gone by the wayside.  They are not all that groundbreaking, and I’m sure many a woman has thought these thing before.  Indulge me, y’all.

1. Hold the damn door-I visited two of my nearest and dearest in Kansas City once, sometime after college graduation.  If you all have not been to KC in February, bring a big coat.  It’s cold there.  The wind is blustery.  The snow and rain attack from all directions.  And the grain-fed, supposedly kindly Midwesterners did not recognize they should hold doors for the women who scurried into bars behind them. On my first night out with the girls, I counted no fewer than 3 times when doors were dropped in one of our faces by a man (minus the gentle-).  Now, might I reiterate here?  It was COLD!  It could be that the freezing temperatures caused the men of Kansas City to lose their manners.  I’ve been back since, in less extreme weather conditions, and the men were perfectly polite although occasionally a little more aggressive than I care for.  Am I going to brand Kansas City gents as unfriendly as a matter of fact?  No.  I’ll chalk it up to frozen manners.

Men in NYC are a completely different matter.  I’ve been living here through the coldest winter, the hottest summer, and then the 3rd snowiest winter from what New York 1 reports.  I was greeted by 23 inches of snow in my first 36 hours of residency.  We broke records in that February week.  In the summer following, we broke heat records.  It was 102 with a heat index of 109 last week.  I’m a little more likely to deal well with heat than cold, so I’m not as bothered by that record.  I will say that it is much hotter here than I ever expected it would be.  This winter (2010-2011) was the 3rd snowiest in all of recorded NYC history, so suffice it to say, extreme temperatures abound on this island. Perhaps the manners of men here are jolted so often by the up and down of the thermometer, their internal manner widgets have been rendered useless.

2. Give up your damn seat-Just this morning on the train, I was three times cut off from snagging a seat vacated by someone getting off the train.  Now, you might think I’m exaggerating here: she saw a seat half a car away-more than 5 seconds and 12 steps-and is mad she’s not faster than the gentleman who sat after seeing no one around him.  Nope, folks.  That wasn’t the case.  I was no more than a step and a 1/2 from the seat each time, and to avoid pushing over a little old lady or stepping on a man’s shoes, I let someone else pass before moving to sit down.  The first man at least looked at me while he was sitting.  I could almost hear him thinking, “I would let you sit here since you were heading here first, but, I’m almost sitting at this point, so fuggit abboud it.”  The second man actually stepped in my path to cut me off and then stared intently at his fake iTouch.  It was probably a Zune, and he’s probably an asshole.  He then proceeded to stare at my chest rather than the Zune.  The third man saw me standing in front of him, and in all fairness, I just wanted the seat beside him that he was blocking with his massive amounts of stuff.  I assume he thought I was going to stand there for his pleasure because I had to ask him twice if he would let me by.  In case you are wondering, I’m sure he spoke English.  He was wearing an outdated plaid shirt with Oakleys and had not pressed his pants. I know this prototype all too well, unfortunately.

I oftentimes tell my boyfriend that there should be not a single man on the train sitting if there is one woman standing.  He doesn’t agree with this assessment.  My how quickly we forget our mother’s words when we migrate 1200 miles northward.  We tangle over this on a regular basis, actually.

The rule extends to you too, ladies.  If you see an old lady, let her sit.  She’s been standing for much longer than you have over your cumulative years.  If someone has a gypsy cart, give her a break.  Surrender your seat, and let the woman take a knee (or a cheek).  If a woman has a child, she’s been dragging that monster all over this sprawling city for far too long, I’m sure, so let her sit.

This one is tricky: if a woman is pregnant, give it up!  I had a weird moment on this front yesterday.  I saw a woman who may have been pregnant.  She had what appeared to be a baby bump in the correct position, but she wasn’t holding her back, didn’t look exhausted, etc., and she was really close to my age.  I thought it might be more insulting to offer her my seat because she may not be pregnant.  I have a friend who has been offered seats on the subway before because she was mistakenly thought to be with child.  It doesn’t flatter her.  Accordingly, I’ll nuance this rule a bit: if the woman is obviously pregnant, give her your damn seat.

3. Your (damn) sunglasses don’t make you invisible-Look fellas, I know you like or liked comic books at some point.  I’m sure there was a character in one of those books who had invisible powers. I bet that this character gained these powers by putting on glasses, powder, or some sort of spray. I’m here to tell you, you are not superheros.  Your sunglasses don’t make you invisible.  And, I can see you looking at my boobs.

It is ESPECIALLY insulting when this happens after being cut off by a man who steals your seat.  Man number 1 from the “Give up your damn seat” section of this rant was an offender of this rule as well.  Seriously?  It’s not bad enough that you stole my seat?  You now have to ogle me because my chest is at eye level for you?  Seriously, find your pride, sir.

So, I’m sure you’re thinking at this point that I’m providing no solution to this mess of northern men.  Well, you’re wrong.  I’m going to take this one step further and challenge all men and women of this “fair” city and ask you to do something this week, next week, and the weeks following, on all days that end in “day.”  I’m going to make it easy.  You have three options: 1. Hold the door for someone you don’t know.  2. Give up your seat on the subway or in another public location. 3. Say hello or give a compliment (This one serves as the opposite of staring at someone’s chest with our without sunglasses).

Manners police, signing off….

Dine in Brooklyn!!
18 March 11, 4:34 pm
Filed under: Brooklyn Bridge, Dine in Brooklyn, DUMBO, food, parks, subway, things I see, weather

For everyone who loves food and loves Brooklyn, mark your calendars for a foodstravaganza called Dine in Brooklyn, affectionately known as Restaurant Week to many: 21-31 March!

Three restaurants in my ‘hood, DUMBO, are featured:

  • Water Street Restaurant (with a deliciously Southernish-geared menu)
  • The River Cafe (which I cannot afford without mortgaging a kidney)
  • Bubby’s Brooklyn (bring your fleet of 9 children and your patience!)

Lots of other great fare in other great neighborhoods will be featured, and thank god there is no train service planned for the F line. Woot woot! I’m sure I’ll be kicking myself for that statement in the very near future. I feel the tourists and residents of other boroughs who “miss trees” will be flooding DUMBO soon. I’ll not be able to walk on my own sidewalk in a matter of days. Alas, that’s the price you pay for living in a fabulous neighborhood on the waterfront. Happy weekend, everyone!! xoxo

view from DUMBO

Trees featured in this photo formerly resided in Empire Fulton Ferry State Park in DUMBO, Brooklyn. They were “removed” (read: cut down) to make room for Jane’s Carousel, “a gift to the park.” Thanks for the “gift,” Jane, I preferred the weeping willows.

St. Pat’s in NYC? I’m with Eamon!

Happy St. Patrick’s Day, everyone!  I hope all of you in NYC are outside enjoying this glorious day. I am not. Work calls, I answer.

On a day like this, I normally would find a reason to dodge work and skip across the park to see the miles of kilted men playing their bagpipes and such. SIDE NOTE: Although, I will say that NYC should head down to New Orleans and take a lesson on how to throw a real parade. No floats in your parades (except for the Macy’s parade on Thanksgiving), really?! REALLY?

Instead, today, I’ve decided to boycott the 250th year of the St. Patrick’s Day parade in New York. I’m tired of the anti-gay position of the Ancient Order of Hibernians and the City’s enforcing it, and frankly, the position doesn’t square up with what I know of the Irish. Here’s a snip-it from Irish Foreign Minister Eamon Gilmore who has the right idea. Thanks, Eamon! I’ve seen Irishmen sillier than a soup sandwich marching in parades on the Emerald Island. Get up to speed, NYC!

Here is a link to an article with ideas on how to change the course of this parade rather than just pouting about the status quo. Believe me, I’ll be penning some letters in pink ink this eve.

And, just so you know, I understand the Free Assembly clause of the First Amendment. I went to law school. I’ve heard of the Supreme Court, and I’ve read National Socialist Party of America v. Skokie. I understand decisions of private groups and their speech is oft-times protected even if offensive. Blah, blah, blah. But, c’mon NYC, what is gayer than a friggin’ parade?

Umbrella #1
13 March 10, 7:02 pm
Filed under: weather | Tags: , , ,

A wise woman and great friend told me just yesterday, “you are going to break a lot of umbrellas in NYC, and it’s OKAY.”  Boy was that wise woman right.  Yesterday I bought my first New York umbrella, all cute and purple, at the Duane Reed.  Today, I thought a quick walk to Brooklyn Heights for some thrift store perusing would be a good idea.  “It was not,” said the purple umbrella.  I’m going to pour a little out for the first umbrella casualty of many to come.  See below for photographic evidence.