Sooooo I’ve been avoiding presidential elections in Russia (even though I could’ve gone and voted last Friday), we are going to ignore the subject altogether, but I respect your opinion no matter what!

Here are a few discoveries I’ve made about  myself lately:

  • I am a workaholic, surprise, surprise 🙂
  • I don’t like Ellen (yes, the one that’s Degeneres), I did like her wife’s wedding dress though 🙂
  • I am really sad they are cancelling The Nate Berkus Show, he was the only guy out there who knew what he was talking about – yes, people, THRIFT!
  • Black is becoming one of my favorite colors, now that I have to wear it 3 times a week, so if you see me wearing all black, know that I am not going to a funeral!
  • One of these days I am going to move back to NYC and there will be no more style to bring anywhere, because no one wants Minneapolis style in NYC!
  • I love driving around NOT in my car!
  • I am Russian, because I made great “pelmeni” from scratch for the first time last night!
  • When I wake up in the middle of the night, I speak broken English (a few months ago I spoke Russian, the US is taking over my brain!)
  • I am getting my Marc Jacobs watch in a few days, and oh I am going to post about it all over the place!
  • Cosmo magazine has no idea what it’s talking about most of the time. If you have any further questions on this issue – ask my husband!

Now if you are all wondering where is this coming from? Well, maybe Chelsea Handler has always been my hero and I am going to follow in her footsteps some day, meaning adopt a midget and start my own TV show!

Happy Monday everyone,




Oh, Russia!

I try to stay as far away from politics as I can. But the most recent parliament (duma) elections in Russia didn’t go by unnoticed. And if I wake up at 5 am to read twitter, and then spend a good hour watching different news videos on what has really happened, and browsing LiveJournal (the most popular blogging platform in my home country) for updates and pictures from the elections, it’s worth blogging about. I voted on Friday, we had an opportunity here in Minnesota, because Seattle consulate representatives were in town. I don’t think I would’ve been that interested in the results, if I haven’t voted myself. And mind it, I still write Russia, as my country of citizenship, and probably will for quiet a while.

 When I was a senior in college, everyone I knew, esp. people who worked for the government or different social institutions, were forced to vote for Putin and United Russia (Edinaya Rossiya), we were also told to bring “I voted” stickers to our dean, and those who didn’t got in trouble. Another urban legend from those elections has something to do with factory workers in Moscow (as prosaic as this sounds) – those “lucky” members of the society were forced to take pictures of their ballots and passports, before those went into the urn. Talk about freedom of vote here.

Now, I’ve never been a fan of Putin, Medvedev, or United Russia all together. When I was about 7 I saw Zhirinovsky on TV, and his charisma worked. I even convinced mom to vote for his party in the early 90’s. Then he kind of started to spiral down, there were incidents when he spilled OJ on other members of the Parliament. And that’s when I realized, I will not vote for an attention whore, even though that attention whore is a guy.

When these elections came around I wanted to vote more for the experience of it. It’s always cool to do something for the first time, and be able to use my Russian passport in the US.

And then the hell broke lose. It all started with one of my Facebook friends posting this:

A photo by Dmitri Surnin, who volunteered as an independent observer at one of the voting sights. The results that you see here are drastically different from the results he saw on the website of the Election Committee. The word spread around, social networks are a great thing after all. The bloggers joined in. And eventually protests started happening. Arrests followed. Here are some videos that believe me have me glued to the screen, wide eyed.

And while a lot of people are hoping for the best, some are foreseeing Lybia’s fate for Russia. I am just hoping that some day when I want to go visit  Russia, there will be something better to come back to!