[b]Jenny Offill
But lately I’m like a beatnik in a movie. Fuck this bourgeois shit, baby! Let’s be pure of heart again![/b]
Let’s exchange examples of this.
There is a husband who requires mileage receipts, another who wants sex at three a.m. One who forbids short haircuts, another who refuses to feed the pets. I would never put up with that, all the other wives think. Never.
Next up: there is wife who…
At night, they lie in bed holding hands. It is possible if she is stealthy enough that the wife can do this while secretly giving the husband the finger.
Unless of course he beats her to it.
Whenever the wife wants to do drugs, she thinks about Sartre. One bad trip and then a giant lobster followed him around for the rest of his days.
She means Kafka of course. And it’s not a lobster.
And then it is another day and another and another but I will not go on about this because no doubt you too have experienced time.
In fact I’m experiencing it right now.
Young person worry: What if nothing I do matters?
Old person worry: What if everything I do does?
That’s why we invented philosophy, right? To figure things like that out.