Kim Priore

Happy September everyone.  There are officially only 2 weeks left in my summer.  We have two important topics to cover in today’s blog post:  the follow-up call to my Haiti report the MTV Video Music Awards. 

So, in chronological order:  the VMAs.  What was up with these?  I was profoundly disappointed.  I love a good award show.  I’ll watch them all, even the kind of obscure ones they only show on cable.  And I always have fond memories of the VMAs from when I first arrived in DC and they were on the same night as our ‘welcome interns’ potluck, and a few of us trekked down to the Hard Rock Cafe to watch them since there was no cable at the intern house.  (We had the world’s worst set of directions courtesy of Spivey, but that’s another story.)  But yeah they just sucked this year.  I love Jack Black and all, but the overall production value of the show was in the toilet.  While no one captured the not-so-coveted “puppy fight” distinction (i.e. “I would not wear that dress to a puppy fight” – tm SW), even the fashions weren’t exciting.  Jessica Simpson looked like a hooker, JLo needed some darker lipstick, she looked like a cancer patient.  And I know I’m in the minority, but I’m really over Shakira.  I think that song should be called “My Ribs Don’t Lie” because she’s so skinny she looks like she just wandered out of a concentration camp.  Have a sandwich.  At any rate, when I see things like the Jackass guys on stage, it makes me profoundly sad that any of them have ever drawn a paycheck in their lives  This country is messed up. 

Anyhoo…on a much brighter note, this morning I had my follow-up call with the organization I was reporting for in Haiti.  The president couldn’t be on the call, but he told the guy who was to ask me ‘when I could come to work for BH in Haiti.’  Woo!  I was able to answer some questions and clarify some things about my time in Pignon, and then was also able to outline for him where I see myself going after graduation and what my ideal job would entail.  So that put me in a fabulous mood.  I’m feeling very Oprah.  (Shan and I have a tradition dating back to college where when one of us is having a good career day and feeling like we have prospects and options, that person is Oprah for the day, and the other is Gail, Oprah’s best friend who pretty much makes her living by riding Oprah’s coat tails.)  It’s great to feel employable.  I mean I’ll never be the Jackass guys or anything, but it doesn’t hurt to dream…