Because we want to look and feel good and pretend that Bruce Springsteen is in love with us. But I have to tell you what happened to me this week. My mom jeans were in the wash, so I put on my Italian dress, stockings, and (flat) shoes. Wore my hair down and went to work. At the end of the day, walking back to my car, I got the hard stare from some guy in a car. It didn’t feel good, it felt like he was going to get out of the car and assault me. Bruce, we want to feel attractive. We want people to think we look good, but we don’t want to feel like that guy on Via g. da Empoli made us feel as we were walking to the car on Tuesday. I didn’t tell my husband about it. What would you do? Make a joke? Go kill the guy?
So…here’s what’s on the menu today. Fresh asparagus risotto. MMMM. But it’s not 10am yet and I need another cappuccino.