well, well. so it’s one of those mornings where i went to bed thinking i’d write about one thing and woke up to discover i needed to write about something else.
because last night this struck me as nothing, beyond its imminent usefulness to me.
in still relevant things written in 2011 for a website that is now defunct…
Few stories capture the glory and darkness of the “American Dream” so eloquently as that of Elvis Aron Presley. Continue reading
i work in a bookshop.
in many ways, it is deeply lovely. but the level of sexism one encounters working in a bookshop is STAGGERING, fyi.
saturday morning: writing about tonya harding, 1994 and the olympic games.
to the kid in a nearby flat who does piano practice for 15 mins every saturday morning and has been working on the jurassic park theme for months now: BLESS YOU. it’s getting better.
yaaaaaaaaa’ll, remember the sex lives of dead people: jfk edition (emotions via britney)?
remember jerry oppenheimer?
let’s refresh. Continue reading
i mean, i had you at hello, right? you are like, holy moses, this woman is ambitious. for seriously, is there a more prodigious sex life of a dead person than that of JFK? haven’t we all of us, by this point, slept with JFK?
ok. so that’s taking it a step too far. but seriously. and i say this as a biographer. it is likely that JFK slept with a whole load of people. i’m not contesting that.
there seems to be a lot of compelling evidence that his sex life was extensive.
having written extensively about his wife, there seems to be compelling evidence that she knew his sex life was extensive.
what i would do is suggest that we not take every single claim about his extensive sex life as absolute truth.
(new life goal: to some day teach a master class on the sex lives of dead people. just fyi.)
so here we are with the man of the hour: