This is fantastic, although, as someone who loved the shit out of my rustic camp (which I just went back to for it's 100th year reunion) I feel pretty certain that, had I been at this camp, I would have hated the author. For which I preemptively apologize.
Not sure I agree with dissing Vanity Fair's longform! Or GQs for that matter. Okay, full disclosure: I live with a GQ journalist. And while my roommate and I get in FIERCE battles about the naked ladies, I have found that almost every copy has at least one good, interesting long-read, whether it be an awesome profile or something like that military ladies bit.
But then, so does almost every copy of Vogue. But I bet if a dude picked up vogue they'd just be like wft, ads, ads, fashiony fashion, socialites, this is bullshit - sort of the way I pick up GQ and when not gently steered by my roommate tend to see ladies, booze, cars, tits.
The problem is that its dudes giving most of these awards and accolades. They're attuned to looking past the naked girls and cocktail recipes because they've been reading that all their life, like I can pick up vogue and go straight to a rad profile of Michelle Obama without being seriously distracted by anything else because I know where it is in the magazine and what it will look like and how to flip to it. I don't get bogged down in filler.
Also, on Vanity Fair, it was once called by my favorite prof "People for people embarrassed to be reading People, but with a really good story every two months." It remains one of my favorite mags.
I AM SO HAPPY.
I have never seen these girls before and I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING.
Also, I love Hannah Hart, and this episode is the first place where I learned she is a lesbian, which makes me feel 50% closer to getting to marry her. Unfortunately, I remain not a lesbian, so its a pretty unbridgeable gap between me and marrying Hannah Hart.
THE DUD AVOCADO!
I'm also, incidentally, 6 years out of college, but MAN. Read that this spring and devoured it, loved it, quoted it lots.
Said friend was in the room when I heard this story, 30 years after it happened, so safe to say - nope, totally didn't let him forget about it!
My uncle (who is in no way famous nor particularly notable, just a pleb like the rest of us) was once at a cafe in the mountains with a friend. Robert Redford and some other movie star (I don;t know who) were seated nearby. The friend my uncle was with was in politics and knew them that way, so got up and went to say hi, leaving my uncle sitting alone. After the three of them had been chatting a few minutes, Redford excused himself, walked over to my uncle, introduced himself, and asked if he'd like to join.
Class fucking act.
I had a yoga teacher very sincerely and seriously tell us that we were a yoga army who would heal Boston on the day of the bombings. Also, it was clear that she didn't really know what had happened and hadn't read any news sources ("I guess something terrible happened in Boston, so we need to practice for them") and then afterwards was like "yeah! we are a yoga army! I know they felt that in Boston!"
We were 800 miles away from Boston.
I was so disgusted I nearly left.
But she's also a really good yoga teacher?
I'VE KNOWN KATE FOR 11 YEARS.
Do I win a prize?
Surely that deserves a prize.
Although, I will share a story (that is not, I assume, what you did and why they were rude to you but it reminded me) my boyfriend (who is British) was talking to a bunch of my friends (here in the USA while we were visiting my family) about tipping and he tells this story about a waiter seeming really rude after they tipped, and why do Americans expect SUCH high tips and he ends his story saying "I mean, we tipped him TWELVE PERCENT."
The room goes silent.
They death stare at him.
I don't let him pay the bill in the States anymore.
(he doesn't let me pay in the UK where I have a tendency to tip 20% which is fine but fiscally irresponsible in a country where 10%-12% is standard.)
@iceberg I went to college in the UK and my dad came and was generously buying all my friends incredibly cheap beer and kept trying to tip the barman in our college bar, who eventually got kind of offended about it, and I had to go sort it out and tell my father that while maybe at the end of the night giving him something would be cool, the only reasonable way to do it was to have the barman get one for himself along with every round of drinks, which he chose to do, and then we ALL ended up drunk.