I have been reading Nanny Returns and I love it. I read The Nanny Diaries while at NYU and became fascinated by the whole park avenue lifestyle. In the book Nanny describes the outfit she borrows from her affluent grandmother when she returns to face Mrs. X as a 30 something. The outfit sounded super cute and this is how I imagine it:

Nanny by jennifermg featuring Jimmy Choo shoes

Pro Bono

Everyday it seems I get another email about some pro bono opportunity. I feel like I am already working pro bono. In this economic climate there are three questions that are like knives in my heart. They are:

1. Would you be willing to volunteer?
2. Are you interested in Pro Bono opportunities?
3. Would you be willing to make a donation? (especially to law school)

My answers are no, no, and no. I already work in public interest. Once my > $200,000 degrees have paid for themselves, I would be happy to say yes. Until then I am insulted by the audacity of these requests.

My Bday

My birthday was over a month ago. For the first time in my life I spent it completely alone. 2 days prior I was sworn into the NY Bar. I miss having someone to share special occasions with.

What is she thinking?

Tinsley Mortimer that is. So I know that I am one of very few people watching High Society on the CW. Tonight's episode portrayed her on a date with a club promoter in New York. She kisses him at the end of the date. After a commercial break she is in Paris with her BOYFRIEND???? He is a German prince who goes off on Tinsley and the camera people complaining that he doesn't want to be on the reality show. Not because she just kissed another guy in the previous segment, but because Tinsley is not following the script. She had the audacity to tell the prince that she missed not having him (her boyfriend) with her in Paris. huh???

What is she thinking? Her stock is plummeting and fast. At least she has the worship of young Japanese girls to fall back on.

Bday

My sister's birthday was yesterday and this is what she got:

Kate Spade Nylon Billie. Vera Bradley note cards and pen. I think I am rubbing off on her.

My mom gave her this bedset. Isn't it fab? Good taste J.

High Society

Not this one:
This one:

But I totally missed it and watched Real Housewives instead. How could I forget that one of my favorite socialite had her own show now? Oh well, hopefully I will remember next week.

Aging Gracefully

I am happy to say that I look better than I did 5 years ago. My body is bangin', my skin is clearer, and I've learned a thing or two about makeup and skin care. My dad is 65 with no wrinkles. But just in case I take after my mom, I have started using this.

I am already noticing a difference!

The Good Wife

I've been watching a lot of shows about attorneys lately and The Good Wife is my favorite. I haven't seen many of the Academy Award nominated films this year, but I will be rooting for Precious, the Blind Side, and the Princess and the Frog.

A Love Affair No Longer

I have fallen out of love with the city. Maybe it's the winter or my deadbeat friends, but I have fallen out of love with New York. Perhaps I'm just so old that reality has finally set in. Even if I could afford to live in my beautiful apartment, $2250 per month is a ridiculous price to pay. The men here are bastards driven solely by sex and greed. Finally, this city no longer represents the land of opportunity with over 10% of its population being unemployed and with the employed population doing all the work their former coworkers did without increased pay. The job I have now is awesome. I love what I do, but I am severly underpaid and it's not worth the price.

In my first post ever, I talked about the new Lilly store opening on Madison Ave and how I couldn't wait to return to the city and wear a Lilly dress to my beloved church on Park Ave. Well it is a love a fair no longer. Once upon a time it was a place to go in the city where people had similar morals and values to mine. Now I feel like a PG rated girl in an X rated church. Before I left for law school, my church was filled with sophisticated intellectual Manhattanites with liberal politics despite conservative lifestyles. Now it's teeming with pharisaical heterosexists who pass by every low rent church in their neighborhoods so they can take over the one in mine. End of rant.

Have I ever professed my love of Presbyterianism on this blog? Well I will now. I've been reading Tim Keller's book Counterfeit Gods and it is a gem. He is the preacher at Redeemer Presbyterian on the Upper East Side and if I remain in the city, I think I may start attending. I'm not Presbyterian myself, but I spent elementary through high school at a Presbyterian prep school so for me it is familiar and comfortable. Of all the protestant denominations, it is the most refreshingly normal.

It PAINS me to admit that the city just isn't what it used to be. But I guess it's true. You can't go home again. I never should have left it.