Down and Out in Beacon Hill

This is the true story of Megan Johnson, a twenty-something writer in Boston. As a child, her parents cut her hair short, which led to her being mistaken for a boy at the grocery store. She was told to "Move along, Son." She was also left on the school bus once. She writes about celebrities for a Boston newspaper, and keeps a work site called The Assistant.
 But guess what? This site is completely unrelated to her job, and her views here do NOT reflect her employer, or have anything to do with her day job. Her life consists of falling in public, hugging dogs, and watching youtube videos of bad 80's sitcoms. She aspires to have cable TV someday. Email her at Email her at megansarahjohnson@gmail.com or megan.johnson@bostonherald.com. Or if you want to get REALLY wild, follow her on Twitter!
April 25
Ryan Bingham: [on getting through airport security] Never get behind old people. Their bodies are littered with hidden metal and they never seem to appreciate how little time they have left. Bingo, Asians. They pack light, travel efficiently, and they have a thing for slip on shoes. Gotta love ‘em. Natalie Keener: That’s racist. Ryan Bingham: I’m like my mother, I stereotype. It’s faster.

Ryan Bingham: [on getting through airport security] Never get behind old people. Their bodies are littered with hidden metal and they never seem to appreciate how little time they have left. Bingo, Asians. They pack light, travel efficiently, and they have a thing for slip on shoes. Gotta love ‘em.
Natalie Keener: That’s racist.
Ryan Bingham: I’m like my mother, I stereotype. It’s faster.

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