Jill’s re-naming of Russia’s “National Conception Day” as “National Russians Fuck Like Cold, Pale Rabbits In Furry Hats Day” was pretty damn silly. Maybe I’m still smarting over the “when you all die out” comment – but I thought that “Blades of Glory” did a much better job with an former-Soviet-bloc ethnic joke, wherein theContinue reading “I like to think I’m not easily flustered, BUT”
Author Archives: Natalia Antonova
A friend just sent this to me
In my case, this link did not come with an explicit warning. Which was unfortunate, since spontaneous vomiting can do a lot of damage to a keyboard. I really haven’t got anything witty to say about this one… yet. ~UPDATE~ It’s a hoax. Should have read the testimonials. They’re hilarious, in that creepy way.
On believing
No American, or, for that matter, Ukrainian (Russian, ex-Soviet, whatever) person I know has brushed me off when I talked about that one New Year’s Eve. The Special New Year’s Eve. Special for many reasons, but here is the obvious one – the one that involved me getting surrounded by friends of friends on aContinue reading “On believing”
Smell sweet, and carry a big stick
Off her feet with the crumbs she throws you. – Kim Carnes. My grandmother was never what you would call a stereotypically attractive woman. She had no shortage of “gentlemen suitors,” but she was no beauty. She was just endearingly herself. She was loud, direct, well-organized, good-humoured, and confident. Instead of being shy on accountContinue reading “Smell sweet, and carry a big stick”
My Special Evening
A few months ago, I had, as the title of this little essay implies, a very Special Evening. I sat next to a young, seemingly sane, New York intellectual at a dinner table. For about an hour and a half, I listened to him as he talked about the fact that “‘Ukrainian women are basicallyContinue reading “My Special Evening”
Natalia A. 