There is goodness in the world. A certain boy, born with a silver spoon and an enormous ego, raised in an upper-class East Coast world and educated at an Ivy League institution, currently working free-lance for $300 for a few hours a day for some org his relatives set him up with, without a care in the world has been dating and boinking me (slumming if you will) for about two months.

He truly believes he's destined for greatness (he's one year out of his Ivy League college), he's suggested that I have low self-esteem (bullshit)and have no friends (partly true), and is not impressed with any of the ultra-cool shit I do. After a comment paraphrased as follows: "I'm wary of the whole realtionship thing, my partners always care for me more than I care for them." as well as subtle remarks of his own superiority directed at me and almost everyone I've introduced him to for more than 10 minutes, I've decided it's time to move on.

So this evening, one smart cute girl who went to public school (in a state that was not Connecticut, Pennsylvania or Massachusetts), works for a poor non-profit, has cellulite, picks her nose, has no friends or important people connections, is going to inform said rich boy of her desire to watch Bill Moyers rather than boink him on Friday nights. I have no one waiting in the wings, I just can't stand him.

So, people, in this time of war, when we all think the little guy has no voice, no power over anything of rank, remember that one of "the masses" is going to topple a certain regime of arrogance tonight. Okay, so he's probably so up on himself he won't care, but I'd like to think that deep down he's going to call into question his entire existence and inability to be loved, and we, my shat-upon brothers and sisters, will rise up to overthrow the ruling apathetic class.