Madame Paradox

Let me begin by excusing myself. And DO forgive me for being in such an evil mood. I am homesick for France. I am having a bad hair day. I lost my boyfriend in Paris. And here in New York, it's winter... again.

Noone looks sexy. Three people look barely human. And everyone looks real ...real cold and real busy. And then I see HER. She makes me feel even more evil and even more confused. What, I ask you, dear Reader, is the point of carrying a Trader Joe sustainable, recycled organic grocery bag when you are wearing a fur coat that requires the death of 60 female minks?