A Random List

So my sister says she’s not sure how to respond to my blogs lately because they’re too intense. She just calls me to say right on and then we move on to talk about her obsession with dogs for five minutes or so. Then her son starts crying and I remind her that I told her to just get another dog but no, she had to have a baby and now the party is over. She tells me I can’t pretend I’m twenty forever and then we hang up for the day. But I actually do have much more mundane things on my mind as well, so here’s a random list of items for the weekend:

Drew and I have decided to throw ourselves a dual birthday party at Scenic (where Robots used to be) on October 20th, which is in between both our birthdays. So if you live in NY and are a friend, or aren’t yet but want to hang, keep the date free. I’ll post more about this later on.

I loathe Tia Carrere. I don’t know why, I’m sure she’s a nice girl, she just bugs the hell out of me and every time I turn on the television today she’s there. Is it her birthday or something?

Now that I’ve dragged my family onto myspace with me, there has been some question about my name. Here is the big secret, which I actually have never made an attempt to keep secret: My first name is actually Mary, and my last name is Raffaele. I decided to use my last name as my first and only name when I moved to NYC twenty years ago, as I was very young, hated the name Mary, and assumed that I would naturally land some sort of fabulous performing career in which two names wouldn’t be required. That didn’t work out exactly as planned but by then it was too late and now it’s a big pain in the ass that causes all kinds of confusion. For the record, most people just call me Raff. People that I become close to sometimes end up switching to Mary, and I like it when it happens naturally because it’s like an intimate nickname. My family has always called me “Mare”, rarely Mary, and occasionally my brothers like to use the nickname “Scary”, although for the life of me, I can’t imagine why.  I had one boss who was a total dickwad (John Argento, for those DT alumni) and once he saw my checks (some of which are still owed), he started calling me Maaaary with a sneering tone in his voice, like he had something over on me and thought it would humiliate me to have someone say it out loud. Which it didn’t, it just told me exactly who he was. In any case, if we’re close and you want to call me Mary, fine, but until you actually know me I prefer Raff or Raffaele.

For those of you who have been asking, I am LOVING my new position as Lingerie Buyer. I still do all of the money stuff and the administrative type things for the store, which I am good at and don’t hate but also don’t find that interesting. Then the other portion of my time is filled with looking through catalogs at lingerie, talking to people on the phone about lingerie, meeting with people trying to sell me lingerie, and my favorite: rearranging (that’s “merchandising” for you retail pros) the lingerie. The section is very small at the moment, because over the last couple of years no one was paying attention and Patricia Field lost the lingerie customers. But it feels like it’s my little garden and every day I go out and tend it. I make sure things are on the right hanger and that we’re not out of lycra stripper micro-thongs (who knew there was such a demand!) and that the stockings are all lined up correctly. It pleases me to no end, plus I like spending time out of the office and on the floor with the “kids” who work in the store. And honestly, I can’t believe someone is paying me good money to do it.

And speaking of fashion, I have a lot of thoughts about Kate Moss and the fashion industry’s hypocritical treatment of her publicized drug abuse. But Tara G. Warrior wrote such a genius blog about it that I don’t feel like I need to add too much more right now. I have a feeling Jessica may have some words to say on the subject as well. Suffice to say that the fashion and beauty industry demands that women look a certain way and then pretends to be completely surprised when they aren’t healthy. I sincerely hope that Kate can pull her shit together, dump that loser boyfriend, and stick it to the companies who are distancing themselves from her right now.

And lastly, on the not quite as skinny front, I need some new photographs taken before I get too ancient. Everything I have is dated, except for the NY Times evil book club lady, and I don’t want to go to my grave with that as my last photo. I will say that I am enjoying having the photo up because it’s totally cut down the horny girl collector friend requests. Anyway, if you are a photographer and need someone for portraits or need a gothy/pin-up-ey type model, or tattoo model, or have some other idea, let me know. Serious inquiries only, please.

Okay, so those are the random, not so intense thoughts for now. Hope everyone has a great weekend!

Author: Raffaele

Rock and roll juggernaut, writer, muse, animal lover, Cycle Slut from Hell, friend, lover, sister, daughter, nerd, fagwoman, Slytherin, killer queen.

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