Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Dear Grad School Reject

Dear Grad School Reject,

I saw your personals ad in the most recent issue of Hookers and Blow, and knew at once that I had to respond. Your case is most compelling. I believe I fit the specified criteria. Though you suggested responding via a post to that ad, I thought it more fitting to respond to an ad for “a woman to flirt with throughout the world of the blogosphere” via an independent blog post. I am a firm believer that the medium should be part of the message. Certainly, if you are looking for a cyber-flirtation, a personalized response utilizing this public medium to declare my interest in you singularly ought to earn me extra points. As you do not appear to have a blog of your own, it would appear that your preference does not lie in receiving excessive comments; however, I will leave a comment on your post just to cover all bases, as they say in that base-based-sport.

Allora. (My high school Italian teacher’s favorite transitional word.) On with your criteria. I will respond to each preference you specified:

“A good writer.” God, I hope so.

“Respectful of teachers.” I respect all teachers that are not Mr. C*******n. Though I do not know who you are, I assume you are not him. I think he stopped liking me after I assisted in getting him fired. I respect all teachers that respect students. Do you concur?

On a serious note, I found your No Child Left Behind? post to be insightful and moving and the very picture of what a teacher should be. Kudos to you for having a mind and a heart.

“Non-vegetarian.” I just ate a ham sandwich.

“An appreciation for independent rock and alt. country.” I already have a well-developed appreciation of independent rock and am willing to broaden my country horizons. Do you think that would be something like manifest destiny?

“A name that rhymes with “Mill Michetti"." YAY! I knew that would come in handy eventually! Thanks Mom and Dad! I can now forget all of the traumatic grade-school days of having boys taunt me with Jack and Jill… the original version, and the Andrew “Dice” Clay version. Though, I must tell you, when I first learned my name, I thought it was “Jillachetti”. My parents had to explain to me that there was, indeed, another, “Ji-“. I can be lazy at times, and that extra syllable… really, is it necessary?

“A tolerance for football.” I can tolerate football. But all that padding…and helmets… there’s really nothing alluring enough to focus my eyes on. Sure, there are those pantsless chicks with their you-know-whats bouncing up and down all the time… but as I’ve written previously, I don’t spend a lot of time on chests. And… um… I prefer men. But rugby—there’s a sport! Lean, eager, half-dressed men with stamina. Yummy! Can you tolerate rugby?

I would also be more than happy to assist your fiancé in cyber-seducing Neil Kramer if there is any way I may be of service. Though, I have to say—it might work to your advantage: I have it on good authority (uh… every other post that Neil writes) that Neil is blog-crushing on Brooke, who is also a teacher of young minds. If Brooke sees the attentions that your fiancé is paying to Neil, perhaps Brooke will become so jealous that Neil is receiving the attentions of a woman who already has the attentions of a fine teacher of young minds such as yourself that Brooke will finally give in to Neil, thus stealing him away from your fiancé and leaving her to come running back to Richie Samb-- Whoops! I mean, back to you. Just, you know, something to think about.

And in the meantime, of course, I would be happy to flirt with you.

Though, I do tend to refer to the men I flirt with as food items, so please designate your preference.

__ Chicken
__ Fish
__ Vegetarian (Oh, you probably don't want that one...)

Or maybe...
__ Kosher?

No, I suppose you probably wouldn't prefer that, either.

Thank you in advance for your time and attention in this matter. I eagerly await your response.

Sincerely,
Jillachetti

A P.S. for everyone else: Hookers and Blow is a witty and insightful online journal published by a bunch of really intelligent and groovy bloggers who unfortunately will not be able to continue publishing it… but I strongly urge to you take a look at the back-issues. NOW!!!

36 Comments:

  • If this doesn't catch his attention, I don't know what will!

    (And I certainly hope that he doesn't choose "chicken"... for your sake.)

    By Blogger Janet, At Tue Apr 11, 05:22:00 PM 2006  

  • Very funny and witty. I like it. Good job, Jill.

    By Blogger -J, At Tue Apr 11, 06:07:00 PM 2006  

  • Jill likes Reject, Reject is engaged to Rosie, Rosie has a crush on Neil, who is married....did I get that straight?

    My initial suspicions have been confirmed: The Blogosphere is just like middle school...only with lawyers and pre-nups.

    By Blogger Dustin, At Tue Apr 11, 06:56:00 PM 2006  

  • Very clever, Jill.

    But I feel compelled to point out that Allora is one of my favourite Italian words and like you, I had trouble with my name when I was a little girl.

    By Blogger ChickyBabe, At Tue Apr 11, 08:04:00 PM 2006  

  • Thinking back to one of your previous posts, is it okay if I choose Salmon?

    By Blogger Grad School Reject, At Tue Apr 11, 08:09:00 PM 2006  

  • Ah... Janet, so he did not.

    Thanks, -J!

    Oh, Dustin, don't forget about Megan, who's been lunching with Sophia.

    Hey, ChickyBabe, do you want to see my desk?

    You know, Mr. Grad School Reject, that was such a perfect response I shall not even attempt to upstage you. I laughed heartily. Bravo.

    By Blogger Jill, At Tue Apr 11, 08:36:00 PM 2006  

  • I love this so much! Woohoo!

    By Blogger Momentary Academic, At Tue Apr 11, 08:52:00 PM 2006  

  • Introducing a new blog that will no longer publish. You're such a tease Mill Michetti!

    By Blogger Cheryl, At Tue Apr 11, 09:09:00 PM 2006  

  • Fun, huh, M.A.?

    Sorry, Cheryl. I'd been meaning to recommend reading their blog for months now. I've been way behind in everything I've meant to do for the past few months.

    By Blogger Jill, At Tue Apr 11, 09:18:00 PM 2006  

  • Jill, I thought you knew. My crush on Brooke took a big nosedive when I saw you in that amazing photo with the black dress. I even learned the word "toey" from you.

    By Anonymous Neil, At Tue Apr 11, 10:08:00 PM 2006  

  • You don't say! Wow, this is a day full of surprises!

    By Blogger Jill, At Tue Apr 11, 10:12:00 PM 2006  

  • No you don't Neil Kramer. Not on this day. Can't you go hit on my fiance' some more?

    At least give me a full 24 hours to enjoy this.

    By Blogger Grad School Reject, At Tue Apr 11, 10:37:00 PM 2006  

  • So if you are going after grad school reject, and Neil is after his fiance...where does this leave me?

    Hmmmm....where's Brando?

    By Blogger Brookelina, At Tue Apr 11, 11:34:00 PM 2006  

  • Master Salmon: I promise not to flirt with Neil while you are in the (comment) room.

    Neil: Sorry.

    Brooke: Uh, with hot guys bathing naked outside your bedroom window. Actually, I haven't heard from Brando in a few days. I just had Kat confirm our ice cream date without ever having to interact with him.

    Brando: where are you?

    By Blogger Jill, At Tue Apr 11, 11:45:00 PM 2006  

  • Fascinating, I think a serious scientific study needs to be done on blog crushes.

    By Blogger The Grunt, At Tue Apr 11, 11:54:00 PM 2006  

  • i'm HERE!

    and sorry to burst everyone's bubble but in ONE WEEK I WILL BE SHARING ICE CREAM WITH JILL AND FROM THAT POINT ON ALL MEN WILL BE RUINED FOR MS. JICHETTI.

    jeez. that sounded kind of cocky. too bad none of it's true.

    By Blogger ducklet, At Wed Apr 12, 12:36:00 AM 2006  

  • well, the ice cream part is true, anyway.

    By Blogger ducklet, At Wed Apr 12, 12:37:00 AM 2006  

  • oh brandon, you had me at screeching hobbits and lily pads. you know that.

    but if you want to be positive about ruining me for all men, you'll make sure there are wet walnuts on the ice cream.

    By Blogger Jill, At Wed Apr 12, 12:47:00 AM 2006  

  • oh, i'll ruin you for all men, all right. and not in a good way, neither.

    i don't understand the walnut bit.

    see? ruined. all men are now ruined, and i haven't even gotten into town yet.

    seriously. the walnut reference. spill it.

    gah. stupid cheap wine. what does fortified mean, anyway? like with vitamins and shit?

    By Blogger ducklet, At Wed Apr 12, 12:54:00 AM 2006  

  • you've never had wet walnuts? walnuts in some sort of divine maple-sugar-syrup? oh lord, boy, what else have you been missing???

    i mean, i could make up some naughty interpretation of the wet walnuts, but you've already stated that you won't be ruining me in any good way, so that ends that.

    yeah, definitely. fortified with vitamins and minerals. almost as good for you as cheerios. in fact, you should pour the fortified wine over your breakfast cereal. it'll be doubly good for you.

    By Blogger Jill, At Wed Apr 12, 01:01:00 AM 2006  

  • this is the part where 1. i tell you i love you, 2. apololgize, and 3. run off behind a line of box hedges.

    gah

    By Blogger ducklet, At Wed Apr 12, 01:06:00 AM 2006  

  • you are a party in a box tonight.

    (a box of cheap wine?)

    unfortunately, i am drifting off as i type, and must turn in.

    gee, brando, i love you, too. and if you're lucky, i'll accept your apology and meet you behind the hedges.

    By Blogger Jill, At Wed Apr 12, 01:09:00 AM 2006  

  • Hmmmm, now. That's what I say. Hmmmm. Please do add me to the crush list although the line is so unbelievably long at this point that I think I'm probably doomed to eating my wet walnuts alone (*sigh* - deep, despairing *sigh*). Call me your babaganoush because I am simply a crushed chickpea.

    By Blogger Popeye, At Wed Apr 12, 06:43:00 AM 2006  

  • well, if meeting behind hedges is involved, maybe i should just leave you two to your "ice cream"...

    By Blogger kat, At Wed Apr 12, 08:44:00 AM 2006  

  • A really cleaver post, Ms. Jill!

    By Blogger Leesa, At Wed Apr 12, 11:31:00 AM 2006  

  • Please tell me your not taking him to Tasti-D-Lite.

    By Blogger Dustin, At Wed Apr 12, 12:13:00 PM 2006  

  • Well, thank you Popeye, but I do believe if I called you my babaganoush, you'd be my little crushed eggplant.

    Oh no, Kat! I need to hang out with you. And I'm looking forward to seeing Brandon's brain explode when he has to deal with both of us at the same time.

    Thank you, Ms. Leesa.

    Hells no, Dustin! Though every time I've gone in one of those, I've gotten such good service.

    By Blogger Jill, At Wed Apr 12, 01:02:00 PM 2006  

  • Wet walnuts? You are toey!

    By Blogger Neil, At Wed Apr 12, 02:32:00 PM 2006  

  • well, i'd hate to get in the way of a little somethin' somethin' if you know what i mean.... and if there's anything i hate, it's being an inconvenience.

    By Blogger kat, At Wed Apr 12, 03:26:00 PM 2006  

  • Love the post, but I just might love the comment dialogue more ; )

    By Blogger Serena, At Wed Apr 12, 05:19:00 PM 2006  

  • This feels like an orgy, but isn't. How do I throw my hat into the ring?

    By Blogger Egan, At Wed Apr 12, 07:20:00 PM 2006  

  • Come on, Neil--don't tell me you haven't tried them either?

    Oh Kat, you know very well that no somethin' somethin' is going on behind the hedge. We're talking site stats and writing things that purposely make no sense.

    Yes, Flameon. It's a party and you're invited!

    You're here, Egan. That does it.

    By Blogger Jill, At Wed Apr 12, 09:17:00 PM 2006  

  • OK, I meant "hummus" but "babaganoush" is such a cuter nick name. You can feel the like with "Oh, my sweet babaganoush" in a way that simply hummus doesn't work. . .

    By Blogger Popeye, At Thu Apr 13, 07:17:00 AM 2006  

  • Haha, I love it.

    By Blogger Miss Scarlet, At Thu Apr 13, 11:49:00 AM 2006  

  • This is so awesome. I love it!

    By Blogger mysterygirl!, At Thu Apr 13, 05:10:00 PM 2006  

  • You're right, Popeye. Hummus isn't quite so endearing. But falafel is.

    Hello and welcome, Scarlet!

    Well, mysterygirl!, you know I do my part to avoid a faunacaust. Oh wait, wrong blog.

    By Blogger Jill, At Thu Apr 13, 05:37:00 PM 2006  

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