February 21, 2010
From Poppop I inherited undereye shadows, an unflappable need to act like a derelict clown, the desire to talk to strangers everywhere, and a love of jackets bordering on the foppish. From Bubby I inherited an insistence on high heels, a refusal to leave the house without lipstick, a love affair with nail polish, and the acknowledgment of the absurdity of eating. "You shove it into a hole in your face," she said, "and then you sit in a circle and watch other people doing the same thing." Fabulous on its own, but even more so in her Russian accent.