In my experience, writers tend to be really good at the inside of their own heads and imaginary people, and a lot less good at the stuff going on outside, which means that quite often if you flirt with us we will completely fail to notice, leaving everybody involved slightly uncomfortable and more than slightly unlaid.
So I would suggest that any attempted seduction of a writer would probably go a great deal easier for all parties if you sent them a cheerful note saying “YOU ARE INVITED TO A SEDUCTION: Please come to dinner on Friday Night. Wear the kind of clothes you would like to be seduced in.”
And alcohol may help, too. Or kissing. Many writers figure out that they’re being seduced or flirted with if someone is actually kissing them.
Michael
you know what Michael
YOU KNOW WHAT
MAYBE IF YOU DIDN’T STOMP ON MY HEAD EVERY CHANCE YOU GOT
I MEAN GODDAMN, MAN, IT’S BECOME SOME SORT OF OBSESSION WITH YOU
MICHAEL WOULD YOU JUST-
FUCK.
This is so yes.
Eve Arnold
School for black civil rights activists; young girl being trained to not react to smoke blown in her face
Virginia, 1960Happy Try To Keep The Shittiness of Valentine’s Day In Some Fucking Perspective Day!
Chris Brown is performing at the Grammy Awards and it’s a big fuss! I had to remind myself why so I went and looked up this old newspaper from 2009.
Chivalry:
It’s treating a woman politely
As long as she isn’t a fright:
It’s guarding the girls who act rightly,
If you can be judge of what’s right;
It’s being—not just, but so pleasant;
It’s tipping while wages are low;
It’s making a beautiful present,
And failing to pay what you owe.
First of all, of course, fuck you! I’ve been expecting you for a while, and now you’ve finally arrived in droves to the inbox. I assume I’ve been linked to by some neo-nazi bullshit somewhere, but, you know, who really cares.
Congratulations for opening my eyes to a whole new level of hateful…
HEY. HEY MARK. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF MY NOSE WAS STUCK TO YOUR FACE? HOW WOULD YOU DRIVE TO WORK? HOW WOULD YOU PUT ON A SHIRT?
YOU ARE A VERY STRANGE WOMAN.
I’M NOT THE ONE WHO HAS A GIRL’S NOSE STUCK TO THEIR FACE. HOW WILL YOU GO TO THE BATHROOM? WILL YOU HAVE TO BUY TWO SEATS ON AIRPLANES?
HOW WILL YOU BLOW YOUR NOSE?
IT’S YOUR NOSE NOW. YOUR FACE NOSE. YOU’D BETTER FIGURE THAT OUT.
One has claws at the end of its paws and one is a pause at the end of a clause.
Perfect post is perfect.
