Wow. A day to LOVE Modern Love. Thank you, Julie Klausner!
This makes two weeks in a row that Modern Love has touched us. Yes, this morning we're using the Royal We. There's nothing like the Royal We to correct the imbalances of a pathetic loser-ish weekend.
Thank you, Julie for reminding me to listen to the Waitresses today. And thank you for reminding me of all the men I thought were cute when they said things like "all the bestest."
I had more than my share of "all the bestest" baby men.
Then the Gay Recluse gave me the most satisfying moment when they commented that they were "...surprised when — OMG! — an indie-rocker she’s lusting after fucks and runs..."
I loved Julie's piece because it was honest.
All I ask from Modern Love is honesty. I fear for those Sundays when the column is some totally made up piece of "look how many words I can string together and sound totally over-intellectualized smarmy."
Well you know what? I can sound totally over-intellectualized smarmy too. I can sound like I can beat it with the best of them too.
But when it comes to writing, I just want to hear some truth and relate to it.
Even if it's the sad, pathetic truth.
Especially if it's the sad, pathetic truth.
Luckily, sometimes sad, pathetic truth helps me get to good art without stopping at over-intellectualized smarminess.