I feel like I've been fairly patient about the incursion that is fashion week. Really they are only another group of people trying to pay their rent while feeding their own egos and depricating the rest of us. Wouldn't we all love a job like that?
But now they've gone too far.
They're actually holding a fashion show INSIDE the library. Anger, rage. And because of it I can't get into my study room. When an industry that feeds off the low self esteem of others interferes in the culture building academic pursuits of others THAT'S JUST WRONG.
I'm trying to write a masters thesis here people. Get out of my way. Normally I'd just step over the velvet rope and go along my merry way. Velvet ropes only stop the people who see them as an impedement. They're just a game. However, they had a NYPD officer stationed at the hallway. You know, to keep out the academic riff-raff in their funny tweed coats with elbow patches and horn rim glasses. Not that it matters that the models are ON A DIFFERENT FLOOR. And that we really don't give a crap about the whole affair.
Now the show has started and their weird new age soundscape is echoing through the whole building.
Maybe they'll write my chapter on 'performance', they seem so good at acting up.
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