The life of a jet-setting columnist..
..is definitely not my life. But NYT columnists seem to have quite the continental lifestyles. Consider Maureen Dowd's extended jaunt to Paris to observe the lifestyles of the new president, complete with causual mentions of Catherine Denueve. And now Tom Freidman is making me feel bad with his most recent column, which begins:
Over dinner with friends in London the other night, the conversation drifted to global warming and whether anything was really being done to reverse it.
Here's my (true) version:
Over dinner with cousins in Stoughton, Mass., the other night, the conversation drifted to stupid things people ask in the textile department of Ikea, where one cousin works, and whether there was any hope for a humanity obsessed with cheap Swedish furniture.