November 2009


Readers,

The Slackmistress’s show, Valemont on MTV, is hosting a 1 Hour special this Saturday at 6 pm EST (11/now). If you’re not in the know, Slackmistress is an Emmy-nominated TV writer and author who wrote the best episodes of Lizzie McGuire. How do I know this? Because my sister and brother-in-law were huge fans throughout their 20s. You know she’s talented if her work inspired a 25 and 27 year old to choose a Lizzie McGuire song for their first dance.

Well, they could also be crazy. But for real, she’s awesome and possibly the most underrated blogger out there. 

Valemont is her latest show and I believe it aired between those 2 reality shows that are just the latest iteration of Laguna Beach (or something). I don’t know. I will tell you that I actually tuned in to MTV for TWO WHOLE MINUTES each week, just for her show. Yes, she managed to make those 2 minutes count.

And it wasn’t just me. MTV is taking notice and airing the entire series again in a special at the aforementioned time and date (11/28 at 6 pm EST). If you’re at all interested in perhaps seeing the show migrate into full-time programming (I vote “yay”), please watch this weekend. And most importantly, please go to www.mtv.com to watch the last 15 episodes. I believe the “click through” rate is the most important aspect.  

I, for one, may actually tune into MTV again. Hear that programming executives??? Start airing Headbanger’s Ball, music videos and Valemont and I may leave your channel on full-tim.

Considering the fact that I am flying long-haul flights every 3 to 4 days over the next couple of weeks, now was not exactly the best time to sit around listening to Youtube recordings of the Adam Air crash in Indonesia (from 2007). Which, I know I’m not exactly living in Indonesia (with its history of unsafe airlines) but f*cking hell that was creepy as f*ck. Curse you Jabe (my favourite travel blogger, whose link I should put up on this blog and will at some point. This dude is like a modern Phineas Fogg type travelling the world with a stiff upper lip, penchant for puns and a sardonically melancholy air).

PS: Please do not put up the website link to the “last words” from the Black Box recorder. I’ve seen that site before and my parents literally had to talk me on to the plane last time. And I know I do it to myself with my penchant for creepy Youtube videos and the fact that I watched TLC’s Air Emergency obsessively during law school but just…don’t okay? I’ve already had several white knuckle flights back and forth across the country and I’m still not done.

PPS: What the frock is up with the grammar mistakes, dropped articles and strange verb conjugations in my original posts lately? I swear, I am highly literate and a good writer but I FROCKING HATE MY COMPUTER AND ITS KEYBOARD with the intensity of eleventy-bajillion suns going supernova. Do you know how paranoid it makes me to respond to schools on email??? Of course, I was out in an Apple store this weekend and I was typing away on a MacBook Pro, doing some legal work for the Union that I didn’t have a chance to do before I flew out for my interview, and…it was so lovely. Keys that respond…heaven.

There are 2 types of men I’ve encountered as I buzz around the country interviewing at schools.

1) Men who actively put me down. This almost nearly always happens after they elicit from me the information I already have a professional degree (everyone asks each other what they “do”). They start looking for something to criticize about me. The followup questions are always nearly about what other schools I’m applying to, have received inteview invites at (5/7 officially now!), what my GMAT score is. They find it unbelievable that I’m doing well. Technically I find it kind of unbelievable as well, though it’s interesting to note that not only does my father get extremely angry when I say that, but Mentos does too (“Come on, dude! Stop being self-deprecating! Who are those f*ckers to question you, anyway? Why are they so genius?”) Responses have ranged from “Well, for some reason there’s a big tendency for business schools to prefer lawyers, even though I think it’s kind of undeserved considering it’s not that hard to get into law school,” to “Well, your GMAT score is pretty high for someone like you, but for someone in my class, it would be pretty mediocre.” To which I always respond then it’s a good time to be me, isn’t it? It’s annoying and awful, but at the heart of it, I understand the insecurity that comes along with the application process and the feeling that another person’s success comes at the cost of your loss.

2) Men who elicit in me, an uncomfortable sense of guilt. And forgive me if this sounds arrogant, but it’s wrapped up in why I enjoy Mad Men so much. There’s a delicious pleasure I get out of watching the world of Don and Betty Draper and Sterling Cooper and Peggy and Joan-it’s the voyeurism of knowing that the assumptions and expectations, nay, entitlements, so many of the characters bring to the table with regard to societal order are on the brink of collapse. The Peggies of the world are coming, and they’re coming for the jobs that many individuals earned simply because  certain people were barred from or discriminated againston the basis of gender and racial discrimination.

So when I’m in the waiting room and I get asked that question, “what do you do?” and I respond honestly, I feel very uncomfortable when men respond along the lines of “it’s nothing like being a lawyer” or “I haven’t exactly been working 7 years.” There’s an underlying tone of “well, 40 0r 50 years ago, I wouldn’t even have had to compete against someone like you.” And I know I shouldn’t be feeling guilty, but in a way I am because my parents and my family and my entire immigranty generation was part of the group that profited from that collapse of racial and gender segregation in the professional fields. I know that I’m a neurotic, high-strung, goal-oriented ethnic woman who has in some way, been part of a movement that snatched opportunity out of the hands of those “good guys”. Guys that didn’t necessarily distinguish themselves academically or professionally (trust me, those uber-qualified men I am competing with fang-and-claw as we circle each other with chicletty smiles and discuss the Wall Street Journal) but who inched into certain schools and certain jobs and managed to establish themselves somewhere at the margins of the upper echelons of wealth and power simply because they were male, fit a certain demographic and were needed as “hands”. 

This morning I was reading the blog of a very young Republican Conservative woman who was railing against the “otherwise undistinguished career of Sonia Sotormayor,” even though she herself had only managed to graduate from an unaccredited, Christian, right-wing University that apparently does not admit anyone with a skin tone darker than what may be obtained at a tanning salon (which no offense people, I’m not super obsessed with tiering and ranking undergraduate schools, but I have a hard time not sniggering at that). And how Obama wants to turn the Supreme Court into a mockery, an experiment in multi-cultural diversity that  will ultimately eliminate freedom.

While I strongly agree that 90% of hiring decisions should be made on the basis of merit, I wonder at how people are so comfortable in the assertion that a 9 member Supreme Court made up entirely of heterosexual white males is ever-so-much-more qualified to protect our liberties than a Court marked by diversity. Please, explain to me why our “liberties” are never at stake until a hint of melanin begins to cloud the air?

You know, the truth is that I found myself really offended by Sotormayor’s statement about how she has a deeper insight into “plight’ on account of being a Latina woman (or whatever) but the anger I felt over how she was castigated by right-wing Republicans is just an extension of how I feel I’m treated as I continually try to better my situation and self-actualise Masloweian-style. That no matter how hard I work, no matter how many times I point out that my scores are higher than yours, actually get your anti-affirmative action arguments out of my face, no matter what I accomplish simply because I am goal-oriented and obsessive about it…my career will be summed up by a certain element of society as “otherwise undistinguished” simply because I’m a woman and a minority.

I’ve realised that I automatically start lowering my opinion of a person if they refer to anyone in their family as a “DH” or a “DD” or “DS”. There’s something so insanely Stepford + Jean Teasdale about it. Also it  just grates on my ears (and down to the very depths of my D-Soul).

My mom pronounces “M” “N” and “L” as “yem” “yen” and “yel” respectively. It was nice to touch down this morning and instantly get a call asking whether I was back in yell-A. Yes, by gum, I am.

Of note, one of the downsides to the long, slow, straight and placid descent into the LA basin is watching yourself climb down into the smog that overhangs the entire city. Seriously, why did I even give up smoking when I choose to live here? And this wasn’t even in one of the Valleys, where I live. LAX is on the West Side, which I always feel has better air on account of the proximity to the ocean winds (in summer I’ll drive down to Santa Monica to get some simple relief).

All that said, it was a relief to be back in seasonless weather but by gum, every time I go home to Massachusetts I just think about how you can drink from the tap I never get over that-the ability to just turn the tap and get a cold (icy) fresh drink of H2O. I can’t stand the Colorado river backwash they have as public water out here so I’m mostly on bottled water.

I’m exhausted, y’all. My mom took one look at me, turned to my dad and said “That’s it, it’s over. She’s pushing off the rest of the apps till Round 2 or next year. Just LOOK AT HER.” I suspect the permanently depressed look, weight gain and bags under my eyes (first time in my life) might be a clue that I am DONE DONE DONE with this and am letting the dice fall where they may and moving on. Cagey remarked in the other thread that I have worked my ass off for this and she’s kind of right (also, I’ve been bugging her with morose updates here and there throughout the year, so thanks dude, for listening). I’ve been going going going since March with constant studying, night classes (for maths) and apps and I’m pretty near a physical breakdown. Add in the fact that my job is now pretty stressful and I feel like I’ve had it. Also, part of that (previously) constant depressed look was the thought of having put in all this effort for absolutely no payoff, i.e., no acceptance at a top school.

Of course, now things ARE looking up. I have several interviews, and in all honesty, every school I applied to is considered “elite” by US News and World Report standards so wherever I end up, chances are that I’ll be doing okay after I get out. That said, I REALLY needed some good news to justify the way I’ve tortured myself this year and I got that the day before yesterday so thank you to a) My dad, for reteaching me the fundamental principals of math b) the Universe/Magical Pony for sending down cosmic shakajuku vibes to someone on the Admissions committee at my top 2 schools (including my reach omfg).

Oh, but beyond that…I’m spending Christmas in Vegas! Sparkly-G is coming out for her annual conference on the West Coast and invited me to spend Christmas with her family, so I guess I’ll be sipping on Diet Coke and perusing the outlet malls with her over Christmas break. I’m extra-excited because I finally get to meet her friend J from her Ph.d program, who I have heard all about over the last several years.

By the way, thank you to Kendra for the help on the bike for the triathlon. I don’t want to invest TOO much money into it, but it would be nice to have a semi-decent bike. So I’m going to take up your suggestion and go to Performance Bicycle to check out the entry level goods. I’m not too much of a gearhead about anything, but I’d like to get a bike where the chain doesn’t constantly fall off like the one I had from Wallhell during law school.

Umm, what else? I’m stoked about my interviews and like I said, I’m happy because I’m now about 90% positive that I’ll be going to b-school this year. Finally, I am letting myself dream about wandering around Angkor Wat.

My dream school called me today and asked me to interview.

Then my reach school did. About 5 seconds after.

MY REACH SCHOOL (it’s an obvious one but if you’re one of the people I emailed in all caps lock after I nearly sank in shock on the floor of another undiclosed university, please don’t say which one!).

I am…humbled, blessed, amazed. Also, I guess I’m heavily crazily invested again. But also happy because I know that if not this year DEFINITELY next year. I’ve been wandering around in a haze all day. I know my parents have been proud of me before (they screamed when I walked the plank for my JD) but my they mobbed me at the airport when I flew in from the school I was at today, their beetle black eyes (well, my mom has tea coloured eyes, but my dad has beetle black eyes) gleaming in pride.

Vis-a-vis the rest of my family, I’m kind of  late bloomer…but you guys, I guess this is what “living up to your potential” feels like.

Signed up for a sprint triathlon near Palm Springs in March of 2010. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while-conquer a “lazyman” as I like to call it. I’m not particularly nervous about the swimming or biking but I am rather dreading the running bits. I don’t like running anywhere. Ellipticalling, s’okay. Plodding, well…I’m excellent at plodding. Running, however, gives me an overwhelming sense of “ugh”. Fortunately, the Lazyman only requires me to “run” a 5K and I can easily powerwalk through it if necessary. Hey, finishing is the goal, right?

Part of why I’m doing this is to get my mind off of the business school thing. I mean, you sail around thinking you’ve got a good score and great, unique work experience and then you throw yourself into applications, submit them and after that it’s just one mindfrock day after the next of checking email obsessively and stress-eating, trying to pinpoint why you haven’t been asked to interview yet (for the record, I do have interviews at a couple of places). Then you transition into second guessing your scores, your essays, yourself and sinking into a weepy pile of jiggling flesh every day precisely at 10:45 a.m.

Right now I’m kind of at peace with the fact that my GMAT scores may NOT have been high enough (trust me, they’re high, but I’m desi so I guess they’re expecting a 750+), that I need more participation in extracurriculurs, more going on in my life. So I’m preparing. Not that I’ve given up yet, but I had a few deadlines coming up that I’m passing on to Round 2 after I observe how Round 1 goes for me (mainly because I really like the schools and I don’ t want to go through the hassle of finding new subjects for re-applicant essays). My parents tell me I’m crazy and that I just turned in apps approximately 19 days ago…but I know what’s up. My brother-in-law had 2 day turnaround with an interview request once they sussed out that he had a 790 GMAT score (curse him) and actually, one of the schools I applied to also gave me a 2 day turnaround once I submitted my app…so I figure that the school I really want to go to is just going to ding me in a few.

So…if they want more rounding, I’m rounding. And cutting back on the rapid rounding of my previously svelte figure. I wake up these days and I have ZERO motivation to get on the treadmill, so I’ll be getting on some other things to break up the monotony. A bike. In the swimming pool. 

Come March I’m gonna be adding Quasi-Triathlete to my list of accomplishments.  

And that’s not all-I’ve decided to do some volunteer work (beyond labor rabble-rousing), some mind-expanding travel (combined with volunteer work maybe?) and retake the GMATs if necessary. Considering the fact that I’m acing Calculus and Financial Modelling right now, I think I’ll have more quantitative history and a better background to feel confident in the maths section if it comes to that.

Hey, I was counting on escaping my cell by next year but if I have to fester here for another 365 to make it to a better place, I will. In the meantime, I’m gonna explore the world of spandex and goggles.

PS: anyone got the word on a good bike? I suspect “$50 at Wallhell” is not what I should be going for.

While delivering a check…

So, do you have any cool plans for Halloween? Lots of trick or treaters?

*coldly* Actually, I don’t celebrate the Devil’s Holiday.

Um, yeah, me neither.

Can a simian just get a motherfrocking memo up in here as to who is and  isn’t a debbil-’shipping heathen? I’m tired of all these paw-in-mouth moments of awkwardness.