Fun

Everyone, Everywhere

Another round of reviews of real-live human beings.

Crazy Talking Man
Each morning, I ride the 9:06 bus into downtown Chicago for work. So does Crazy Talking Man. Crazy Talking Man looks like a dad and wears, every day, a battered fishing hat that is covered with American-flag pins. He is always reading a book that looked to me, from afar, to be written in Chinese—the same book, every day. Another distinguishing characteristic of CTM is the bubble of space, at least three seats deep in every direction, that surrounds him at all times. This is because when someone sits near him on the bus, he punches his fist violently in the air, points to a line in the book, and shouts at the top of his lungs, “It’s my time to speak, I have the floor, you are taking freedom from the Americans, I am translating from the Chinese, here, so GIVE ME A MINUTE!!!” I’d been watching this routine for more than a year when I started to get a bit suspicious. Was it possible that Crazy Talking Man wasn’t crazy at all—that he just wanted to have an entire row of seats to himself on the bus, and would go to any length to make sure he got it? One day, the bus was super, super crowded, and I got seriously annoyed that CTM had all these seats to himself, and I decided I didn’t care if he yelled at me, I was sitting next to him. He of course started up his yelling, pointing at his book, waving it at me, and hollering. That’s when I suddenly got a good look at the book—and noticed that it was written in Korean, not Chinese. I interrupted him and pointed to the book, saying, “Hey. That’s not Chinese, that’s Korean.” All of a sudden, Crazy Talking Man stopped punching the air. He looked right at me and said, in a PERFECTLY NORMAL VOICE, “Really? Huh. Looked like Chinese to me. Whaddya know.” Then he turned around and began yelling again at the guy behind him, who gave him a panicked look and got up and moved. And THEN I KNEW I WAS DEALING WITH THE MASTER OF THE CITY. I give Crazy Talking Man five stars for basically owning the Chicago transit system, but then I need to subtract two because Crazy Talking Man is disturbing and also a seat-hog. So three. Three stars. Learn to share. —Krista
★★★

Snowman Man
I see my favorite pseudo-stranger a few times a week on my way home from work, and each time is nothing less than wonderful. This guy, the starlight of my subway commutes, is shaped exactly like a snowman. He’s squat and almost perfectly spherical, and pretty much obligated to be jolly, a burden which he not only satisfies but exceeds times like a million. Snowman Man spends his days with an electric Casio keyboard on his lap, grinning like a snowman grins, announcing things in a soaring but also monotone voice to the subway platform. Sometimes his proclamations are simple: he’ll tell everyone when the next train is arriving a second after the automated robot announcer does, for instance, as though imparting some divine knowledge that no one else is attuned enough to the universe’s rhythms to hear. Other times, though, he really is relaying secret messages from everyone from the president of the United States to the rats on the tracks (which he considers his pets). He likes to describe the diet he feeds them (the rats, not Obama, I mean come on) syllable by syllable in his weird, flat booming-ness: “I WILL SPLIT UP A SLICE OF VE-GAN PIZ-ZER AND GIVE IT TO THEM FOR HEALTH PUH-POS-ES.” Love is a big thing for Snowman Man, too. He’ll announce that he’ll always cherish each and every one of his ex-wives, of which there are ostensibly many, and how God told him that each single day is now Valentine’s Day and we’ll all have paid holidays from work for the rest of forever in order to celebrate properly. He’s a romantic person, and I like that so much. Oh, also? I have never, ever heard him play a single note on that keyboard. Maybe he’ll oblige me one day, but it doesn’t really matter—he makes me plenty happy enough as it is. Love you, Snowman Man. —Amy Rose
★★★★★, doye!

Annoyingly Loud and Boring Wes Anderson Fan
This guy was sitting in the outdoor restaurant of our Boise hotel during our road trip. He was wearing a plaid shirt and very small glasses and probably could have been my dad’s age. He was talking about Wes Anderson moves in the most obvious and pretentious way possible. And by “talking” I mean basically shouting. Some things he screamed included “HE’S JUST LIKE A PAINTER WHO LOVES MUSTARD YELLOW!” “THE THING I LIKE MOST ABOUT WES’S MOVIES IS HIS CARTOONISH CHARACTERS!” “DID YOU SEE DARJEELING LIMITED? SO GOOD!” I think he was trying to make creative observations about Anderson films, but all of his opinions were boring and EXTREMELY LOUD. It’s like, we GET IT. You like WES ANDERSON. You understand his INTERESTING AND CONSISTENT COLOR SCHEME. I think he probably had just seen those movies for the first time and wanted to let everyone know he appreciated them…a lot. Also, dude, you are definitely not on a first-name basis with Wes Anderson. Sorry! I give him two out of five stars for being annoying but also unknowingly hilarious. —Hazel
★★

Bowl Cut Man
There is this guy who always hangs out at the bookstore near my house. He has a bowl cut—like a for-real, looks-like-someone-threw-a-mixing-bowl-on-his-head-and-cut-off-the excess bowl cut that makes him resemble a medieval monk. My guess is that his mom cuts his hair, because I know he lives with his mom. How do I know? Because this guy has the loudest mouth! I cannot sit down to read without hearing him yap to anyone who will give him the time of day. His favorite subjects to talk about are: (1) living with his mom, and (2) all of the chain restaurants he visits with his mom. He loves the two-for-$20 deal at Applebee’s, but cannot stand the service at T.G.I. Friday’s. In the battle of Italian restaurants, Macaroni Grill beats Olive Garden, in his opinion. And, please, don’t get him started on Outback Steakhouse! According to him, the “Bloomin’ Onion” appetizer is just not what it used to be. I have a dream that Bowl Cut Man gets his big break as a restaurant critic and finally breaks free from his mom’s basement, but the sad truth is that I think he will forever be invading my quiet time at the bookstore. —Gabby
★★★

Olivia Bee
When a bunch of Rookies converged in L.A. over the summer, Katherine and I shared a room at the W Hotel in Hollywood, so of course we threw some slumber parties. One of them happened after the Rookie prom, and after the obligatory junk-food eating and hotel-room dancing, we were all sprawled out across various pieces of furniture and began reflecting, as you do late at night at a slumber party, on our LIVES. We talked about high school, music scenes, and things we did as kids in our various hometowns. As the conversation wound on, Olivia, in the exact position in which she appears in this photo, sighed deeply and said, “I’m just sooo sick of party.” Something about that expression of jaded ennui combined with the tiara, the pout, and the fact that we were at this ridiculously ritzy hotel, sent me straight to heaven. I give Olivia five bedazzled stars for being my #1 Diva Hero and totally obliterating every effort I’ve ever made to be a diva because she did it so EFFORTLESSLY it blew my mind and I cried maybe. —Dylan
★★★★★

Droopenloop
There was a French guy in my history class named Doupenloupe (pronounced “doopenloop”—truly, doopenloop). He had a cold that lasted about 10 weeks, and every day during class he would blow his nose in a great honk that caused the walls to tremble. He seemed utterly unaware of how disruptive this was. At first he irritated me, but I soon came to admire the way he unflinchingly blew his nose at 100 percent intensity, every single time. He became sort of a folk hero/enemy for me. I changed his name to Droopenloop because in addition to having this astounding honk, he also had really droopy pants. —Maggie
★★

Russian Surrogate Mom on the Bus
Everything interesting always happens to me on the bus. Just today, I spent an entire commute being schooled by a 60-year-old Russian woman. She was sitting next to me in hot-pink lipstick and a fur coat, and I felt like she was nudging me on purpose with her elbow. I turned to look at her, and she shot out a hand and patted my cheek and said, “Very beautiful.” I said, “…thanks?” She then looked pointedly at my leg, which was leaning against the side rail of the bus, and said, “But good girls? They sit with their legs together.” I cracked up and closed the space between my knees. Then she patted my THIGH and said approvingly, “Good girl. Nice, modest girl.” She looked at my face. “You married yet?” I told her no, and she said, “I know why. Is that ring in your face. Men, they don’t like this. They like a soft woman, soft skin, soft lips, not hard with this ring. You take it out, get married, watch.” Forty minutes later, she’d examined my fingernails, discussed my skincare regime (“Dry skin—I know, I see this”), sniffed my perfume, talked to me about the horrors of tattoos, and learned not only where my parents live, but how long I’m going to visit them at Christmas (“Is not long enough. Ten days? Too short”). I can’t remember enjoying a bus ride more. When I got up, I said, “It was really, really nice talking to you,” and she waved her hand at me and went, “Pffft. Is normal. We sit on the bus, why we don’t talk? Is normal.” I give her 500 stars for sheer bossiness and fabulousness. —Krista
★★★★★ x 100

Security Guard at My School
The security attendant who works in my dorm lobby on weekend nights has scored possibly the most exciting time slot to be a security attendant. He gets to witness kids excitedly leaving the building in packs, all dressed up to go ~hit the town~, and, hours later, gets to hear how the night went. He never hesitates to send out good vibes and tell everyone how great they look! Even if you’re leaving in your sweatpants to go pick up Chinese food, this guy will say, “You look stunning tonight!” in a totally warm, grandfatherly way that makes you feel great. It doesn’t matter if you’ve had a really miserable night and are drunkenly stumbling into the dorm, he will be like, “Welcome home, ladies!” and you know somehow that everything is going to be OK. One night, my friend walked into the building feeling sad after breaking up with a boy. When she told this man what had happened, his response was “CONGRATULATIONS!” Another time, I wore this really cute dress to go study at the library on a Friday night (I know and I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT) and I came back to the dorm around 2 AM and he told me that I looked “so nice” and wanted to know what “the occasion” was. When I revealed to him the pathetic truth, that I just like to dress up every day, he goes, “A girl with that kind of attitude needs to get out there and see the world!” So, basically this security attendant is also serving as my life coach, but he doesn’t know it. Five stars! —Gabby
★★★★★

My Aunt Marie
My aunt Marie is the best (THE BEST) dresser you will ever meet. She hardly spends a dime on her clothes and yet she is always decked out, head to toe, in the most fabulous outfits. She seems to have a sonar device that is able to pick up frequencies inaudible to the rest of us, telling her when there’s good stuff to be had at our local thrift stores. Last weekend we went out for a family dinner to that kind of “fancy dinner” place where you have to wear that one dress that itches you in the wrong spot. Marie wore jeans, a tailored Comme des Garçons jacket, a shirt with a Peter Pan collar, and black leather shoes by Prada. She got every single item from the LOCAL GOODWILL. The total cost: $80. I was gobsmacked, impressed, and also annoyed that I don’t have her luck/powers. I’m giving Marie five stars, partly because maybe she’ll read this and then want to take me with her on her next thrifting expedition (there’s a 50% off sale this Friday, hint hint). —Kendra
★★★★★

The Street-Harassment Avenger
On 22nd Street just east of 7th Avenue in Manhattan, just a few doors down from where my dog goes to day care, there’s a front stoop that leads nowhere—just some steps attached to a building for no reason. I walk by that stoop at least once a day, and there’s always a group of men hanging out on the steps, drinking liquor and beers—all day, every day—and cat-calling every woman who walks by. It grosses me out so bad that I now inconvenience myself by crossing to the other side of the street to avoid passing them. I wish that I had the guts instead to do what I witnessed a couple of months ago: I was walking my dog home from day care. There must have been something “threatening” on the other side of the street (Piney is “sensitive,” so that could have been anything from a group of dogs to a little kid running “too fast” down the sidewalk), because I stayed on the yucky-men side, behind a group of three people—a man, a woman, and a teenage girl. I saw them pass the drunk guys. I heard the drunk guys whistle and say something that sounded lascivious, per usual. Then I saw the woman stop in her tracks, whip her head around, and yell, “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?” The men ignored her. “I SAID, WHAT DID YOU SAY?” she repeated. “THIS IS MY LITTLE SISTER. SHE IS 15 YEARS OLD, DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU DON’T TALK THAT WAY TO HER! SHE IS 15!” They rolled their eyes in silence and she continued to chew them out for a bit, yelling, “What is wrong with you??” and “How do you think it’s OK to talk that way to a young girl?” then she turned and kept walking with her group. One of the guys muttered, under his breath, to her back, “Slut.” Now, this is where most people would have given up and kept it moving. Not my new hero—she stopped again, turned around, and marched back up to these guys. “Excuse me?” she said. “What did you call me? I better never catch you talking like that again. I will fuck you up. You should be ashamed of yourselves.” Her male companion tugged her arm and pulled her away before she tried to drive her lesson home more forcefully. The dudes actually looked ashamed for a second. By the time I passed the stoop, they were not making any noise. Thank you, real-life superhero, wherever and whoever you are. —Anaheed
★★★★★

Dude in a Taxi During Fashion Week
When you live in a big city you spend most of your time in your own bubble, and 99.9% of the time if someone intrudes into your bubble of personal fake-privacy you feel offended and/or disgusted. But that other .1% are the moments when you feel an unexpected connection with a complete stranger, and it just makes your day a little better. Last time this happened to me, I was actually having a really good day already—it was in September, during New York Fashion Week, and I was walking home from a really wonderful show at the Piers, to which I had happened to walk right behind Kate Lanphear and Hamish Bowles, both of whom are idols of mine and absolutely perfect in person. So, good day, good mood. Then, on my way home, I felt someone staring straight at me. It was this curly-haired, sunglasses-wearing 30-something dude in a cab. Normally I’d be like, EW, THE FILTHY EYES OF A MAN HAVE LATCHED ONTO MY SOUL, but for some reason this guy with his fluffy, curly hair looked like an old picture of my dad, and that made me smile, and then he smiled and waved and was generally not a creep and it felt more like seeing an old friend in the city than catching a stranger ogling my outfit. Where I had expected to be cat-called, I was instead figuratively high-fived. Sometimes dudes on the street aren’t creepy, and that’s nice. —Arabelle
★★★★

My Driving Instructor
When I moved to L.A. earlier this year, I didn’t know many people, I was working from home, and I couldn’t drive. (After passing my road test in high school, I never got behind the wheel again.) Enter Armando. We met a few times a week for two hours, and he was patient and elderly and said reassuring things, like how it didn’t matter if I totalled the car, because he would get a paid vacation while they fixed it. He was a serious improvement over my creepy New York instructors, one of whom had me hold his hand to “practice keeping the other one steady at the wheel.” I looked forward to our time together, because I was grateful for the company, but also because Armando was determined to give me a tour of the city, and driving from Los Feliz to Redondo Beach to Laurel Canyon to Pasadena broke my resistance to California. And when we got stuck in traffic, we would chat, and he would share his fears that L.A. was due for a cataclysmic event, because they seemed to be happening everywhere else. Finally, he insisted I stop taking lessons and start driving a car by myself. He was basically my first friend here, and I miss him and his emergency brakes. I’m giving him five stars for getting me out of the house, and for being a doomsday enthusiast like myself. –Phoebe
★★★★★

A Lovely Barista
A month ago, I was in a Starbucks about an hour from where I live. When I got to the register, the barista noticed that I was wearing my “free bear hugs” shirt and asked, “Where’s my free bear hug?” I stretched out my arms and she came running from behind the counter to hug me. As if that weren’t nice enough, she insisted on giving me my drink for free! Another barista wrote “Bear Hugger” on my cup, and everyone in the shop smiled at me, which was like getting 20 bear hugs at once. 5 stars for her awesomeness and for everyone’s resulting good vibes. —Tyler
★★★★★

Unidentified Rock Thrower
My usually pleasant journey on the train was unceremoniously ruined recently when a hooded creature with the outline of a human teenager threw a large rock at the window I was innocently sitting next to. After my fellow passengers and I recovered from the shock of shattered glass and big loud scary noises early in the morning, I got to thinking about this person who must have, at time of delinquency, thought this action was a good idea. While I didn’t see their face, I knew that I did not respect the choice they’d made because of the danger they had so flippantly put fellow humans in. If you want to score well in my people review, I wouldn’t recommend being destructive/trying to hurt people. Not only was I disappointed in humanity, I was frustrated because I would never find out who the perpetrator was. And there was a third feeling, too—I felt slightly sorry for them, thinking they must not have had anyone in their lives encouraging them to make good decisions, for example not skipping school to throw rocks on a Monday morning at a passing train. I give this unknown person one star—may it serve as a shining beacon of hope, of encouragement, that they may think twice next time. —Minna

51 Comments

  • DreamBoat November 28th, 2012 12:25 AM

    NOT EVEN DONE READING THIS YET, BUT REAL PEOPLE REVIEWS WILL ALWAYS, FOREVER AND FOREVER, BE MY MOST FAVORITEST THING EVER. I LOVE ALL OF YOU.

    REAL PEOPLE REVIEWS RESTORES MY FAITH IN HUMANITY! <3 <3 <3

    http://psychedelicdaisy.blogspot.com

  • friendswaffleswork November 28th, 2012 12:28 AM

    this series always makes me feel really good about the world <3

  • sparx November 28th, 2012 1:00 AM

    I LOVE SNOWMAN MAN! I see him on my commute too. Once he sang “Next STOP, Bedford AVENUE, for all your BED and MATTRESS needs. Also vegan SANDwiches.” A+++

    • Amy Rose November 28th, 2012 2:54 AM

      OH MY GOD, YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES.

  • Jessica W November 28th, 2012 1:10 AM

    Lovely baristas exist?!
    Boy, I have yet to meet one. (If you’re a barista reading this, I’m sure you’re a wonderful person, I’ve just had bad luck)

    The Lovelorn

    • karastarr32 November 28th, 2012 2:20 AM

      It seems like there’s no nice barista’s out there, and then a nice one comes and proves you wrong. A couple of weeks ago I decided to say my name was “Rainbow” at Starbucks when they asked to write it on the cup. My barista told me that I was very pretty and that Rainbow was a “very beautiful” name. She made my whole day, even though my name isn’t really Rainbow.

  • angelsandlace November 28th, 2012 1:23 AM

    Ohhhh my god I love people reviews. I was laughing so hard about the Russian surrogate mom, and the street-harrassment avenger is basically my new idol. There. Done.

  • Tavi November 28th, 2012 1:38 AM

    CTM is like Liz Lemon as the Joker!

    • Anaheed November 28th, 2012 1:44 AM

      OMGGGGGGG

      • Lillypod November 28th, 2012 10:11 AM

        YES this is what i was thinking!!! gooooo liz lemon

    • Krista November 28th, 2012 11:59 AM

      YES!!!

  • Milala November 28th, 2012 2:21 AM

    I missed this section so much, this was hilarious!

  • Janelle November 28th, 2012 2:25 AM

    1) Krista, I LOVE YOU, and your stories made my day. And I adore your writing. <3

    and…

    2) Can readers submit people reviews? Because I definitely have a person or two in mind…

    • Anaheed November 28th, 2012 3:25 AM

      Yes, please do! And include an illustration/photo, please.

      • HollinsCollins November 28th, 2012 9:07 AM

        Oh yesss I have a real person.
        Everyone who has seen him knows him as the “King of Germany”. Sometimes he sits on his sidewalk corner and wears boxing gloves and boxes the sky, and sometimes he just feels the need to give the entire world the finger. Actually, both fingers. Anyway, I also hear that he was just a banker-dude who DECIDED to come and sit on the sidewalk. Whichever way, he’s kind of scary.

      • allyishere November 29th, 2012 3:11 AM

        I want to do real people review for this guy on the bus in Sydney one time. He was a teenager and he kept talking to me and my friend about the rating on the Bourne Legacy film and how it didn’t warn about drug use. also there’s a woman in Darwin who carries cages of pigeons around with her, always has her hair in braids and drinks iced tea. I suspect she’s a former European pop star.

  • uuultraterrestrial November 28th, 2012 2:32 AM

    This is one of my favorite rookie features ever…people reviews! It also makes me really miss living in a big city and being around characters like these a daily basis, thanks for writing and sharing everyone

    http://uuultraterrestrial.tumblr.com/

  • purrr November 28th, 2012 5:46 AM

    my heart skipped a beat when i read about all the nosy intrusive people and the cat callers because i deal with that stuff so so much! i really love reading about other people encountering strangers though because i think these situations get really romanticised when you’re away from the city for a while.

    http://sanctifiedyouth.blogspot.ru/

  • purrr November 28th, 2012 5:46 AM

    my heart skipped a beat when i read about all the nosy intrusive people and the cat callers because i deal with that stuff so so much! i really love reading about other people encountering strangers though because i think these situations get really romanticised when you’re away from the city for a while.

    http://sanctifiedyouth.blogspot.com/

  • pigwidgeon November 28th, 2012 6:39 AM

    Parts of this article made me uncomfortable. I know it’s supposed to be tongue-in-cheek, but is ‘rating’ people really ok? Some of the comments did not sit well with me, especially the ones about the people who seem to have mental health issues. How would you feel if you were rated in this way?

    • Melisa November 28th, 2012 5:50 PM

      I honestly would be fine if people rated me this way. I just won’t care or think much about it because I don’t know them and their opinion means nothing to me. I mean, people are gonna have opinions and thoughts about you not matter what you do. The problem lies on how you deal with it.

  • Loops November 28th, 2012 7:07 AM

    I would have loved to see the Russian lady’s reaction if Krista told her she was a lesbian…

  • Melisa November 28th, 2012 7:15 AM

    You guysssss, today’s articles/video are da bomb!! Love it. Thank you for existing. <3

  • eyelet November 28th, 2012 8:19 AM

    Krista, your reviews were fabulous!

  • raggedyanarchy November 28th, 2012 8:49 AM

    YES FOR REAL PEOPLE REVIEWS! These never fail to make my day (or week!). Like, I will be laughing about these in class. Especially CTM and Snowman.

  • HollinsCollins November 28th, 2012 9:02 AM

    OH REAL PEOPLE REVIEWS, THOU ART A BOONE TO MY EXISTENCE.

    My favorites are the security guard at Gabby’s school, because he just sounds amazing, the street harassment avenger, which lucky Anaheed got to see in action and naturally, the lovely barista.

    Hooray for cool people <33

  • Mary the freak November 28th, 2012 9:18 AM

    This made me laugh so hard! I love people reviews! So so funny (:
    There’s this asian woman I sometimes meet in the bus and she’s so nice and cute! She makes me smile.

    http://birdiewearsatie.blogspot.com/

  • shjaron November 28th, 2012 9:19 AM

    This seriously makes my heart squeeze with glee. Thank you all, thank you! You’re great. I wish there was something we could give back to you to compensate everything that you give us, including little snippets of people’s lives which helps us keep faith of humanity.

    Love these. x

  • decemberbaby November 28th, 2012 9:55 AM

    I want a Russian surrogate mom. Like, right now.

    • Flyer December 14th, 2012 10:54 PM

      Just ask any old Russian woman for advice… she will have it, and a bucket full of superstitions for you. Don’t pick up a broom if it is leaning against a doorway, because somebody might have used it to “sweep up their troubles” and then left the troubles there for you to pick up!

  • zoster28 November 28th, 2012 9:57 AM

    I spent 4 years walking past those steps everyday twice a day on the way to high school. I hate those guys and they made my life so unpleasant for all of high school! It is nice to know others feel my pain!

    • Anaheed November 28th, 2012 12:15 PM

      UGH they are the WORST.

  • emine November 28th, 2012 11:04 AM

    I LOVE PEOPLE REVIEWS. How do you guys end up seeing such interesting people?

  • boyfights November 28th, 2012 12:17 PM

    This is SUCH a good idea! Taking a moment to appreciate/annihilate the angels/assholes you come across. Russian Surrogate Mum was my favourite.

    http://www.hannahandelise.blogspot.com

  • ijustreallylikebands November 28th, 2012 12:53 PM

    Ahh I absolutely love the people reviews!^.^

    http://www.glitterycatqueen.blogspot.com

  • Taffy November 28th, 2012 1:53 PM

    This is the BEST! I love crazies on public transit (as long as they aren’t too in your face).

    Amy Rose, where do you typically see this Snowman Man? I’m considering going out of my way to find him, he sounds delightful.

  • threehundredand November 28th, 2012 3:03 PM

    hmmmmmmm krista’s use of the word “crazy” is making me uncomfortable, especially in this context of “rating” him. could rookie maybe make an effort to be more mindful of using words like that, and being more sensitive to people with mental health issues?

    • Anaheed November 28th, 2012 3:05 PM

      Good point — thanks for the reminder.

  • GlitterKitty November 28th, 2012 5:38 PM

    I have this secret worry that someone is going to write a real person review about me. And the fear starts with me reading it and not realizing its me but then coming to the horrifying realization that THIS IS ME. But maybe I’m just being weird.

    And the Russian Surrogate Mom sounds hilariously amazing but at the same time a little creepy.

  • EleanorGee November 28th, 2012 7:59 PM

    This article warms my heart. Especially the security guard. We all need those random people in ours lives to make us happier. Love.

  • AlisonR November 28th, 2012 8:17 PM

    this is my favorite feature on rookie!!!!!

  • numoon_vintage November 28th, 2012 10:34 PM

    I love love love these people reviews!

    http://www.numoonvintage.etsy.com
    http://www.numoonvintage.blogspot.com

  • thefilmrookie November 28th, 2012 11:26 PM

    I have another one to add to the list of “people you meet on the subway”

    It was about 11:00 at night and me and my two friends had gotten on the subway after a huge concert. A couple of stops into our ride, and old (probably homeless) man in a motorized wheelchair with grey dreadlocks gets into our subway car. I noticed that this particular man had a boom box on his lap. A few minutes after he gets on he turns on the boom box and begins to play the song “my girl” and begins to sing along to it. Soon, a few other people joined in with him. the song ended, but the man kept playing it over and over again. Each time more people joined in until our whole subway car was singing along with him and his boom box. When the subway jolted to a stop, I was disappointed that I had to get off and stop singing. Now, every time I take the subway I look out for the “my girl man” in the hopes I will be able to have another subway sing along experience.

  • Runaway November 29th, 2012 2:02 PM

    Real-live people reviews are great!!!!!!

    I loved the contrast between the creepy men in Anaheed’s review and the nice guy on Arabelle’s.

    PS. I know Los Feliz is the right name…But WHY? Should be Los FeliCES!!!!!!!!! I’m sorry I’m a grammar geek.

  • Microbyte1 November 29th, 2012 8:45 PM

    i wanna be friends with that Security Guard
    he seems kinda cool !

  • spectra November 29th, 2012 11:46 PM

    i freaking lost it at droopenloope omfg

  • Gutenoff November 29th, 2012 11:56 PM

    I absolutely love these reviews. Usually, they make me want to go into a highly populated area, and just find wonderful things about people- because, usually, I tend to be a bit of a snob. Like, just kind of anti-people in general. But.. this just makes me feel like I should look for awesome things about people, instead of finding reasons why I dislike the human race. Y’know?

  • thecultfollowing November 29th, 2012 11:58 PM

    I agree with Pigwidgeon and Threehundradand. I love this website and all it does for young women but I find this article offensive. I have self esteem issues and depression and I know if I saw a review of myself online I would be devastated. We live in a day and age where information spreads quickly over the internet and can have a long lasting effect. Some of the people critiqued could potentially find this website.

    Bowl Cut Man reminds me of my brother with Schizo- effective disorder. My brother goes online all the time and he’s been bullied because of who he is. He’s deleted his Facebook multiple times because people were so mean to him on there. Bowl Cut Man sounds lonely; it sounds like he might have some kind of disorder where he doesn’t understand social cues. He might just be dying to talk to someone. I feel that this website does so much to help with
    self esteem it just seems out of character for you guys to poke fun at others. Just because someone is strange and has quirks doesn’t make it ok to critique them online; a place where anyone can see it. Everyone has feelings. Even weird people like me and my brother. I just think it would help if everyone would try to be a little more tolerant.

  • joenjwang November 30th, 2012 1:27 PM

    these people reviews made me laugh. Also, I adore Olivia Bee’s statement of being to tired of “party”. SUPER CUTE.
    Also, all these people are so dear. I would have to say, I run into a lot of characters on the CTA as well. Should start documenting!

  • speakthroughvision December 3rd, 2012 8:32 PM

    RIGHT ON!
    Appreciating the awesome people out there.
    Inspiring to send out good vibes and make people feel awesome :)
    Thank you for this post!
    (Esp. with the gloomy season)

  • Cutesycreator aka Monica April 27th, 2013 7:23 AM

    People reviews are one of my most favoritest things on Rookie! ✿。◕‿◕。✿