8:45pm
Home, sitting room
Have just finished reading Steve Martin's Shopgirl, and am largely disappointed. Expected funny, sweet book about stylish people with OCD, similar to The Pleasure of My Company but instead discovered a relatively bleak account of several sex-obsessed individuals. Ok, must admit that was wonderfully written, and that Steve Martin explains the inner thoughts of neurotic people with a succinct and creative grace that I could only dream of developing, but... argh, the characters were all so... perverted. Honestly, felt rather uncomfortable reading a lot of it.
Think that most disturbing aspect of Shopgirl involved personal realization that am total prude; that really do not think of sex at all; that if were confronted with sexual situation, would react with all understanding of a five-year-old, which would not only be terribly embarrassing, but also turn any poor fellow foolish enough to sleep with self into some odd form of pedophile. Good god, haven't even slightest idea what to do with condoms, in spite of fact that have amassed quite a collection (Strawberry, Banana, Glow-In-The-Dark, Extra Sensitive, Super-Lubricated, and Black, which suppose would be for formal occasions) from attending various gay pride parades in San Francisco. Imagine self in darkened room, staring straight at condom with blank expression, as exasperated nude male considers suicide via creme brulee torch.
Does everyone but self have mind in gutter? Gah! Am prudish freak! Am asexual-mutant-neurotic blight amongst hip, sexy college crowd! DEATH.
Hmph. Should have stuck with The Pleasure of My Company and left it at that.
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Blarb. I think I will comment here too, then I should get back to work. I feels ya on this one too, sista. I'm not with that whole alcohol chuggin' or baby-makin' scene thing either, and I honestly don't want to! Maybe there are few of us out there (or maybe we are a silent and under represented majority?). The only PONG I play is PING PING (that sounds incredibly nerdy...also, I don't really play ping pong either..). But you know whattttt, I can be nerdy and proud too! So let's toast to that!
ReplyDeleteOn the perverted stuff, at times I tend to make a lot of perverted comments and jokes when the moment provides such ease to it, especially when the innuendo is so easy (though, of course I am no way truly perverted, and I do this tastefully!)But to the point that compelled me to comment..
GAWD. WHY IS THE WORLD SO SICK AND PERVERTED. FREAKIN' DAMN IT. I MEAN, SERIOUSLY. JUST PLAIN SICK. I need to tell you what happened today, because it justifies my remark 1000%.