and, lo, we meet again.
***Update 6/21: THIS IS A POST ABOUT THE BIOGRAPHER CHARLES J. SHIELDS***
on the occasion of my 33rd birthday, an older man i considered a professional mentor sent me a facebook message asking if i wanted children and whether i might help him continue his line.
GRAB ME MY SMELLING SALTS.
an extraordinary day has come.
today, class, a close reading of the DM’s article of 16 february 2018, entitled: “Sisters who competed to snare the world’s richest men: Schooled by their mother to seek out power, a new book reveals the jealousy between Jackie O and sister Lee and how they both bedded JFK.”
i mean, just right there, yeah?
if we’re having a reckoning, hey, let’s look at biography.
this is edward klein:
we need to talk about him. Continue reading
and LO! when you say for years and years that someone HAS TO MARRY, eventually they will and you will be right.
so harry will marry. as was probably likely all along as royals usually eventually do. Continue reading
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.
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.
yaaaaaaaaa’ll, remember the sex lives of dead people: jfk edition (emotions via britney)?
remember jerry oppenheimer?
let’s refresh. Continue reading