Things I have pondered while watching “A Different World” on #netflix

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– The women of Gilbert Hall did not have landlines in their room. Merely a payphone for the entire hall. I believed that this was the case for my parents but that this was still happening in the late 80s seems ridiculous.

– Sinbad has reddish hair.

– The students appear to have infinite time and an endless appetite for dancing, such that in broad daylight, there are consistently a handful of students dancing for no reason, around other patrons eating at The Pit.

– Julissa is 26 years-old and living in a dorm. Nope.

– Maggie (Marissa Tomei) is the inexplicably white girl at a Historically Black College. I know students who are not black attend HBCs. But she transferred to their journalism program. Really? Cosby was down with this?

– The character of Whitley Gilbert seemed so overblown and unfathomable when I watched this show as an 8 year-old. As a 34 year-old, I have known many a Whitley Gilbert.


– Architectural wedge haircuts were some pretty gnarly ‘dos.

– Maggie didn’t know if her law school boyfriend was going to visit; he hadn’t called OR sent a letter (which she would have found in an open slot in her dorm lounge). So meta 1988.

– The Debate Club met on a Friday afternoon. Wrong again, people who wrote about fictitious college life. Fridays are for napping/laundry/napping while you forget about your laundry.

– Dwayne Wayne really immortalized those flip-ups.

– Lisa Bonet is such an extraordinary beauty and not a bad actress. I would like to see her in more movies. I really loved her in “High Fidelity.”

– I actually remember watching the episode where Rudy Huxtable visits Denise and takes a shine to Whitley. I believe I reenacted the Vaseline-on-teeth scene with my sister, multiple times.

-I wish I could have been a student like Denise — skating by on my matchless beauty and always befit of the flyest fashions. But then that would have been boring after, like, a day.

– Skirt/pants waistbands are literally inches from armpits.

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Get Diabetes Right

When our friend or their babies get seriously sick, we want to help in the form of rides to the doctors or calls to check in or brownies dropped off on doorsteps. I am really good at one of these and I will not tell you which one because I want you to think I am brilliant at all of these, from inspiration to execution, because I’m just that kind of a friend to humans.

One of my dear friends of many years is sharing her journey as the mother of a child with T1 diabetes. I am so grateful to her and her hubby for their transparency about their schedules and energy levels and their necessary vigilance about their son’s blood glucose levels at all times. In so doing, I’ve realized what a complete ass I’ve been as a friend to humans, particularly those living with a life-threatening disease (or those tending to one). I am really queasy around blood and I am generally stressed out about counting carbs and yet that still doesn’t entitle me to be an idiot when friends are trying to keep their babes healthy, which of course you know, dear reader, because you would never pull a nutty like I would.

My gal pal pointed friends to this website and one of the helpful posters was share-worthy since I found myself having said or thought a lot of these things. A little PSA about T1.

GDR – Diabetes Etiquette


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