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I had two books with me on the bus to Boston, a book of esoteric short stories by a semi-obscure author and the Nanny Diaries. I went for the fluff, and didn't hate it. In fact, I was somewhat captivated by the narrator's breezy insouciant charms and her zany misadventures on the Upper East Side. "Oh girlfriend, I KNOW!" Shut up.
I must've been in a certain mood, drunk or something, because I could only enjoy the book on that ONE bus ride. Every time I pick it up now, I want to gouge out my eyes with tacks. Seriously, the book makes me angry for more reasons than the rainbow has colors. Stop being so sassy and all-knowing, stop using words like 'scrumptious' and 'exquisite' and stop pretending to critique the brand-conscious, shallow lifestyle of the upper class when you so obviously envy the goods and services their wealth can afford them!
On the subway I bend the front cover around so no one knows what I'm reading, I hate myself. Make it stop.
4 Comments:
you should pull the old trick where one hides a comic book inside a high-falutin' work of literature, just in the reverse.
Ahahahaha! This reminds me of the guy I saw on the train a couple weeks ago -- he had a copy of "Us" or "People" or something hidden inside a copy of "Wired." What a douchebag. And I say "douchebag" because he didn't have the balls to just admit that he felt like reading some trashy celebrity gossip.
I think you should proudly read whatever you want. Fuck the world. Also, if I saw some dude on the train reading "The Nanny Diaries" it would definitely be good for a laugh. You'd be doing people a service.
That's probably true.
On the other hand, this may just be a case of a "not-safe-for-the-subway" book.
Like the time I read a Hitler bio. That was for home reading only.
I subscribe to US. I look forward to it every Thursday. No one is allowed to read it until I have. I call it my "crack". Sometimes I go the US Weekly web site, too.
I feel much better now.
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