last night there were two adjacent tables of birthday-celebrating friends at Gene's (a very hospitable Italian restaurant in the West Village). The only difference between the two was the set of diamond studded door knocker earrings on the birthday girl at one table (Not ours, although the coveting was palpable.)
So much for sub-culture. So much for seething and cutting-edge sardonic urbanity. So much for dangerous liberal subversions. Look into our faces, you from the heartland. Do you find anything there that would possibly threaten your institutions or your children? We are an entirely traditional family, no different from the ladies at the next table. Not so different from you.
(I am including two group shots because Ken is missing from the second one, and I was behind the camera for the first one. In the first picture, clockwise from the lower left are Craig, Tim, Mark, Ken, Jeff, C, Joe, Aaron and Chris.)