Only the Hairpin brings my attention to the most ridiculous things out there.
“Then I started going over to her apartment on Monday nights to watch TV, and we’d order cocaine, drink vodka and somehow end up at a seedy strip club. Or we’d meet for Sunday brunch, then find ourselves at a Mexican bar downing margaritas and snorting lines in the bathroom at 3:00 A.M.”
—Allow women into your life.
And a completely different article…
“The first time I read Colleen McCullough’s The Thorn Birds, I was about eleven years old and volunteering as a library-cart-girl at an old folks’ home. Please save your praise on the latter point; even at the age of eleven I knew I wasn’t going to get into a decent college from a Canadian hick town without performative volunteer work. I was there to use the elderly, not to serve them. Anyway, the first thing you learn about old people when engaged in such an act of questionable good works is: Old People Read Smut. They do! They love it….
Now, our beloved protagonists are Irish immigrants, of course. Honestly, I don’t know why anyone bothers to write sweeping cross-generational sagas of forbidden love about any other group of people. We Irish have it all: massive guilt complexes, promiscuity, addictive personalities, and a complete inability to ever let anything fucking go, ever. It makes for good copy”
-Classic Trash Reads
