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I'm Trenny and my philosophy is rather simple-I believe there are only 2 forces in this world, Love or Fear. My goal is to try to see things through the eyes of love, but I am fallible and do not always succeed. My professional career at the moment is that of a fashion stylist in New York,but my interests are varied. This blog is the like a blog ‘magazine/newspaper/journal', where I’ve combined all the elements of things that I love to learn through those mediums myself. Some life journaling, lots of music. A little health, natural product talk and recipe sharing. Random musings on life experiences, a little style, art and humour. Environment issues too as nature is our greatest gift. I hope it teaches you something, makes you laugh, or gets you interested in something different. If it fires you up,I welcome learning all different points of view. I hope that what I share, including my mistakes, encourages you. *In the end, I believe we are all each other's teachers, so whatever you might be inspired to say/share with me through this blog- good and bad- I fully welcome it. I learn just as much from you. Happiness and Love xoxo TrennyLynn - trennylynn@gmail.com

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Language Barriers and Cosmopolitan Magazine

Every Wednesday at work there is a sweet girl who comes in to do a few hours of cleaning. Usually by the time she is finishing up, we are ordering delivery for lunch, so she will hang out and wait and lunch with us. She speaks pretty fluent English, but her native language is Spanish, so alot of times she will have me translate some things for her that she doesn't understand. Today she was sitting next to me reading one of our many fashion magazines as we waited for lunch and periodically she would look up and say "Trenny, what does 'chick' mean" or "what does 'metropolitan ' mean?" I would answer and she would go back to reading and then, the following exchange in sued and it made me laugh so hard I HAD to share it.

Jeanette: Trenny, what does 'junk' mean?
Me: Uh, well, like garbage or yucky stuff you want to throw out.
Jeanette: No, that doesn't make sense with the sentence I'm reading.
Me: (noticing she is reading Cosmopolitan magazine) Oh, like 'junk in your trunk', A nice ass.
Jeanette: Ah, no I don't think that's what this is saying.
Me: Let me see what you are reading.
So, from a 'man on the street' type article it reads:
"One time I am out partying all night at this club and I meet this girl. We decide to go home together and I realize as we get to my place, that I am all sweaty from dancing and hanging out in a crowded bar and I am worried that my 'junk' is not so fresh down there.

Me: OHHHH, junk , that means um, you know, his thing, his stuff. (as I point to my nether regions)
Jeanette: That's what they call it, like the same word for garbage?
Me:Uh, yea, that's kind of ironic huh?
Jeanette: What's Ironic?
Lunch arrives just then anyway--saved by the bell!

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