How not to hit on Rahm Emanuel

The default shocker.

Around this time last year, I had the “pleasure” of running into former White House Chief of Staff and current Mayor of Chicago Rahm Emanuel.

The time: After school in 2011, some months before Rahm was elected mayor.
The where: Top of the stairs at Jackson Red Line Station in Chicago.
The wear: Wearing a bright red coat with a silly hairband, skipping along with my classmate Emily to go home.

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A dulled DJ

Pure sex appeal.

In Seoul, there are about as many bars and clubs as there are light bulbs in the neon signs that advertise them, but only a handful of go-to places that are really worth being scene at (get it? It’s a totally unoriginal pun). As long as you’re at one of these joints (think Heaven, and Mass when its circa 2009), celebrity sighting isn’t too difficult to do.

My girl Kristine introduces me to DJ Shine, formerly of acclaimed Korean hip-hop duo Drunken Tiger, who she’s hit on and danced with at a club before. (To her credit, she was blissfully unaware at the time of his prior fame.) This particular night two years ago, we’re at Eden, one of the hottest clubs in Seoul, a cigarette smoke-filled inferno stashed away in the basement of the Kangnam Ritz-Carlton.

It’s a bit evident Kristine doesn’t particularly care to associate too much with DJ Shine. Myself I prefer Tiger JK’s voice in rap, but being a big fan of “Because I’m a Man” and admittedly (hey, I’m not ashamed!) a tad star-struck, I decide to bask in the attention.

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