Well, Fancy Meeting You Here
Speaking of the Guardian, one from the problem pages:
I met my girlfriend’s parents – and realised I once slept with her father.
The subsequent comments are suitably agonised. Via Orwell & Goode.
Also, open thread.
Speaking of the Guardian, one from the problem pages:
I met my girlfriend’s parents – and realised I once slept with her father.
The subsequent comments are suitably agonised. Via Orwell & Goode.
Also, open thread.
Has this poor lady no one who cared enough about her to tell her the truth about herself?
That’s Kate Mulvey, mentioned above by MC. Her articles over the years are a kind of morality play, a Rakette’s Progress where bad things keep on happening to her that bring her to the boundary of self-awareness, but then she turns back to imagining that she’s fabulous and her friends envy her and men are intimidated by her intelligence.
In a more recent episode, she had to move back in with her parents at the age of 55. Tim’s commenters think it’s too much – that she’s a clickbait persona designed to appeal both to bitter aging rakettes and to gloating moralizers.
Her articles over the years are a kind of morality play, a Rakette’s Progress where bad things keep on happening to her that bring her to the boundary of self-awareness, . . .
How ’bout Jeffery Bernard, instead? He strikes me as far more entertaining . . . .
Some people are in the habit of writing angry letters to the press. I get the other way ’round. The press is in the habit of writing angry letters to me.
—Peter O’Toole, as Jeffery Bernard, in Jeffery Bernard Is Unwell
Tim, your site’s getting hijacked by the free-no-catch Amazon cards again. I don’t understand why my pop-up blocker can’t stop those.
Gah, I’m sorry. If it happens, post the URL in the comments and I’ll block it.