So Now What?

I love gestures and admit to employing a large number of them in the course of my day here on the ant farm and not exclusively behind the wheel of my car though if we've ever encountered one another as Auto-Americans you might find that hard to believe. 

Every year, New York City's Metropolitan Museum of Art hosts a gala fundraiser that has become every fashion designers' wet dream. As Bob Dylan once offered, 'Money doesn't talk it swears,' and empty pockets say nothing which explains why neither of us received an invitation to the gala held earlier this week.

I mentioned gestures, and this event was full of them. Cynic that I am, I have to note it was full of something and I'll let you decide exactly what. I never know what to do when the rich and famous offer me suggestions on how to live and why I should make the choices they like, but Jersey punk that I am, at a lot of levels, I don't like it. 

It's just me, I'm sure. I don't appreciate movie stars or rock and roll folks telling me how to vote or which yogurt to buy, so when the glitterati get together, aside from sparkly stuff and fluff, I don't really get anything out of it. So while I enjoyed the moment of 'whoa' from New York's very own AOC...

I do have to wonder who wore it better. 

Besides, I do have a weakness for waffle fries.
-bill kenny