Friday, November 9, 2012
Seen at the Fullerton Station waiting for the Purple Line to Linden at about 8:30 a.m.
I bought the jacket because it reminded me of the phrase “riding on their coattails.” It doesn’t actually have coattails, of course. But the back is a little longer, a little looser, and there’s a pleat in the middle to suggest coattails. Plus, it’s blue. My favorite color is blue.
I know that riding on someone’s coattails is typically used in a negative sense. Like when my mom left my dad, she shouted: “You’re pathetic! You’re just riding on Jim’s coattails!” (Jim Palmer was my dad’s business partner. They owned a remodeling company together. I guess my mom—and Jim—thought my dad wasn’t doing his fair share of the work. Jim’s my stepdad now.)
I don’t see why it has to be such a bad thing, though. What’s wrong with helping people? If your coattails are long enough, if they’re strong enough that the fabric won’t tear, why shouldn’t you carry as many people as possible through the hard times?
Fact: applying to grad schools is a pain. Applying for anything is a pain, really. Oh well. Hopefully it will all be worth it in the end.
Fact: it is Friday. How exciting is that?! I'm going to see Amanda Palmer & the Grand Theft Orchestra tomorrow at the Metro. Sunday I'm going to the suburbs; it's almost my dad's birthday, so I'm taking him to see Skyfall. We go see every James Bond movie together. I hope you have a lovely weekend!