Polish power
I am so Polish you dont even know it.
I know, I know, that's a pretty bold statement. maybe its not really a bold statement, but its something. maybe I should explain myself before I go flinging these assertions around like they were girls in poodle skirts.
ok. walking in midtown (manhattan, obviously... but you knew that). past bryant park, where fashion week is finally cleaned up. you can only see so many 88 pound, size 0, 17 year old fashion models until you need a break. right.
past bryant park, 5th avenue is blocked off. not really unusual, but always worth a look. usually its some kind of foreign diplomat or homeland security alert or something. but today it was polish day. or POLSKA day, for those of you from the old country.
polish day is a big deal. it mostly consists of floats and floats of 'polish princesses' and polish clubs and little polish kids and stuff. I decided that I like the polish princesses the most, but the little polish kids are good too. I mean, I like them for different reasons, but I shouldnt really have to say that. but I do.
Polish people are a pretty attractive lot (but of course they are). Generally lean with light skin and sharp features. see examples below. I purposely did not post the best looking examples, because that would be 'almost too much'. I dont want to start a polish craze or anything.
I know, I know, that's a pretty bold statement. maybe its not really a bold statement, but its something. maybe I should explain myself before I go flinging these assertions around like they were girls in poodle skirts.
ok. walking in midtown (manhattan, obviously... but you knew that). past bryant park, where fashion week is finally cleaned up. you can only see so many 88 pound, size 0, 17 year old fashion models until you need a break. right.
past bryant park, 5th avenue is blocked off. not really unusual, but always worth a look. usually its some kind of foreign diplomat or homeland security alert or something. but today it was polish day. or POLSKA day, for those of you from the old country.
polish day is a big deal. it mostly consists of floats and floats of 'polish princesses' and polish clubs and little polish kids and stuff. I decided that I like the polish princesses the most, but the little polish kids are good too. I mean, I like them for different reasons, but I shouldnt really have to say that. but I do.
Polish people are a pretty attractive lot (but of course they are). Generally lean with light skin and sharp features. see examples below. I purposely did not post the best looking examples, because that would be 'almost too much'. I dont want to start a polish craze or anything.
anyways, that doesnt really matter. well it does, but its not really my thesis here.
being at polish day with all of my old country brethern and sisteren made me feel something bigger than myself. it seems that that doesnt happen enough in this world. or maybe it doesnt happen enough to me. maybe everyone else is out there feeling big things all the time. but it doesnt happen to me nearly enough.
what I am saying though is that it was big. it was where I come from. or at least half of where I come from, but by the looks of me I am polish. maybe not the best specimen, but I look polish.
I walked through all the polish people cheering and being together and I was one of them. without saying anything or doing anything I was one of them.
posted by JB at 3:31 PM
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