Dangerous, Dirty, and Unfun

No Gossip Girl post tonight, precious readers. Sometimes, something more important comes up. It’s rare, but it happens. Tonight is the first night of the Beanpot tournament, and my beloved Boston College Eagles are facing off against their ancient enemies, the terriers of boston university.

I was ready to write this long, poetic essay about the beauty of college hockey and the thrill of rivalry, but the puck just dropped, and you all know how my heart is just a roiling cauldron of hatred for bu. It fuels me.

We live in uncertain times. Our leaders can’t seem to make new promises fast enough to fill the void left by the ones they’ve already broken, while the natural cynicism that should overtake even the most dimwitted of casual observers hasn’t yet managed to rid us of the naive and foolish optimism that keeps us believing in a system that a child could tell you is irreparably fractured. Once sturdy cultural, political, and social institutions that even a generation ago served as sources of strength and certitude have today been revealed to be empty husks, flimsier than the paper on which our now seemingly irrelevant founding documents were printed on. Our discourse has been reduced to the sloganeering of a cadre of entitled, self-important blowhards spouting talking points over each other’s stentorian blarings, each side claiming to speak for a populace whose values they couldn’t come close to sharing even if they had the inclination to step down from their ivory towers long enough to observe the abject squalor in which the majority of their countrymen live. Even the nature of authenticity itself seems ephemeral, at best. As bleak as our world might seem, though, there’s one rock in a maelstrom of meaninglessness and despair that we can cling to, one thing that we can be certain of: it will always, ALWAYS suck to BU.

It all started when the Official Girlfriend of Dangerous, Dirty, and Unfun decided she no longer wanted to be the Official Girlfriend of Dangerous, Dirty, and Unfun any more. Then my beloved home state of New Jersey punched civil rights directly in the solar plexus. And finally, I had to watch, in the bitter cold, in the den of ultimate evil, as the hated terriers of boston university vanquished the heroic Eagles of Boston College in a Hockey East matchup.

I've got my eye out for you

Blech. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if I slipped on a banana peel or got my foot stuck in a bucket or something. Let’s try to make next week a better one, ok guys?