Monday, August 17, 2009
I'm Gay For...
The tiny little tables in the middle of a pizza. Sure, the adult in me knows it's there to prevent the cheese from sticking to the top of the box. But the 8-year old girl in me knows it's there so that my Barbies have a table to gather around while discussing the current Book Club selection.
"Oh Barbie, don't be so naive. Moll Flanders is no victim."
"Dammit, Skipper, you did this last month with Heart of Darkness! I have an opinion, and it shan't be stifled!"
"OK you two, simmer down. Here, have some petit fours and we'll choose our book for next month. Now, I've been hearing a lot of interest in Pynchon. But I would like to suggest Edith Wharton in honour of Stacie's upcoming trip to Boston. Now, who's for some port?"