Maybe less action’s kind of a good thing ...
Whew! Can’t say I envy this blogger! That why love-life scribes like us gotta pad the site with general stuff such as Spooning Fork, fashion soap operas and so on. In fact, just last night my roommate and were discussing (over one-year anniversary angel food cake and champagne) that this blog is probably more PG-13 than R- or NR-rated. It’s like 5% Man once said in an IM session: “Damn dirtiest clean girl I ever did meet.” At heart I’m really a clean girl ... and sometimes the dirt is inadvertant (like my puns).
One factual note about the story, before I move on: I’m pretty sure the WaPo’s academic source didn’t coin the phrase “expressive individualism.” Robert Bellah et al used it as early as 1985 in the landmark work Habits of the Heart.
But back to the blog. I will say that, despite early optimism about hiding this, er, “column” from the men it describes, the Harvard Lickwit apparently found me out anyway. Somehow he would be the unlucky sucker whose email service provider actually includes both username and email subject in the referral tag! I kid you not. And somehow the “fates” decreed I would see this referral page (http://66.252.165.189/exchange/hlickwit/Inbox/you're getting blogged about.EML?Cmd=open) before it dropped out of the 10 most-recent visitors. Weird.
At least so far there’s more ink on the Lickwit business card than he’s received on this site! But I like developing the characters gradually. It’s that frustrated, lazy novelist in me, ya know? In the meantime, his b-card is tucked away inside my Bad Girl’s Scrappy Book, a cheesy impulse purchase at Charlotte Russe one day. The journal is kinda fun, though, and a good place to keep weird mementos like my Morrissey ticket from the concert to which Best Friend and I dragged Lickwit and the Captain (probably the weirdest pseudo-double date ever) ... and the bcard from some guy we think was scouting me for a porn film.
I promise to tell that story tomorrow or later today, but right now I gotta get ready for a 1:30 lunch in the city. Don’t forget to make your suggestions in the rename-Spooning-Fork contest! Winner gets a recent j-peg of Anna ... bearing in mind the ratings above. ;).
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One factual note about the story, before I move on: I’m pretty sure the WaPo’s academic source didn’t coin the phrase “expressive individualism.” Robert Bellah et al used it as early as 1985 in the landmark work Habits of the Heart.
But back to the blog. I will say that, despite early optimism about hiding this, er, “column” from the men it describes, the Harvard Lickwit apparently found me out anyway. Somehow he would be the unlucky sucker whose email service provider actually includes both username and email subject in the referral tag! I kid you not. And somehow the “fates” decreed I would see this referral page (http://66.252.165.189/exchange/hlickwit/Inbox/you're getting blogged about.EML?Cmd=open) before it dropped out of the 10 most-recent visitors. Weird.
At least so far there’s more ink on the Lickwit business card than he’s received on this site! But I like developing the characters gradually. It’s that frustrated, lazy novelist in me, ya know? In the meantime, his b-card is tucked away inside my Bad Girl’s Scrappy Book, a cheesy impulse purchase at Charlotte Russe one day. The journal is kinda fun, though, and a good place to keep weird mementos like my Morrissey ticket from the concert to which Best Friend and I dragged Lickwit and the Captain (probably the weirdest pseudo-double date ever) ... and the bcard from some guy we think was scouting me for a porn film.
I promise to tell that story tomorrow or later today, but right now I gotta get ready for a 1:30 lunch in the city. Don’t forget to make your suggestions in the rename-Spooning-Fork contest! Winner gets a recent j-peg of Anna ... bearing in mind the ratings above. ;).
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