{"id":303,"date":"2004-03-16T21:29:01","date_gmt":"2004-03-17T01:29:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2004\/03\/16\/you-know-youre-a-true-bostonian-when\/"},"modified":"2004-03-16T21:29:01","modified_gmt":"2004-03-17T01:29:01","slug":"you-know-youre-a-true-bostonian-when","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2004\/03\/16\/you-know-youre-a-true-bostonian-when\/","title":{"rendered":"You Know You’re a True Bostonian When…"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I’m not quite sure when it happened, but I think I am officially a snob. We recently moved back to Boston so my commute is now a reverse commute – meaning  I go next door to North Station and take the commuter rail one stop outbound (while all other commuters are heading inbound).<\/P>
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So for the past month and a half, the train car I sit in only has one other person in it…and it’s always the same guy. The first day I sat in the car I noticed that this fellow was somebody I met at a “Leadership Essentials” conference I attended two years ago. Like me, he works at Harvard. Like me, he is staff\/administration. Like me he is “the gay” (he outed himself at the conference). In fact, the last day of the conference, he and I walked together back to our offices (and our buildings are within a few blocks of each other).<\/P>
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He used to always sits in the middle left side of the car and I would walk past him and sit in the front right side of the car. Lately, though, I found that he has moved closer to the front of the train car. Instead of taking this as a possible invitation for conversation or friendship, I have started sitting further back in the train. That’s such a Boston thing to do.<\/P>
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What the hell is wrong with me?<\/P>
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Anyway, tonight’s dinner embarrasses me – it looks like an appetizer (chicken nuggets with broccoli).  I was only cooking for one because Matt opted to eat at Wendy’s (the restaurant – not a friends place). <\/P>
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I’m not quite sure when it happened, but I think I am officially a snob. We recently moved back to Boston so my commute is now a reverse commute – meaning  I go next door to North Station and take the commuter rail one stop outbound (while all other commuters are heading inbound). So for […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":74,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-303","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/303","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/74"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=303"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/303\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=303"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=303"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=303"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}