day two: Words are working hard for you
Whenever a particularly good, interesting or significant email comes my way, I will quickly move it to my “personal” box and promptly forget about it. This is why I have 477 messages in this box. I guess that’s not bad, considering this archive goes back to 1999, but still! Electronic pack-rat am I.
I particularly like to keep little bits of prose that make me happy. Well-written, kind, funny gems that spring from the minds of my pals (and other sources.)
In this installment, we will focus on boy-talk/gossip and accompanying advice, news and observations from my girlfriends (and one anonymous magazine scribe).
From Jeanie, after she filled me in on some juicy news (2000):
So all this and more is yours on your next stop to the gossip shop located just to the right of whereever I am.
My friend Nora and I would get epic, boy-talk email threads going for weeks. Here’s a choice observation from 2000:
men can be pretty awesome — in moderation.
From my mom just post-9/11, after I starting seeing someone (caps hers):
DATING SOUNDS GOOD. HOPE IT GETS BETTER AND BETTER. A NICE ROMANCE MIDST THE RUINS OF OUR NATIONAL LIFE IS WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERS.
LOVE, MUMSY, M.D.
Classic girlfriend support from Alison after I briefly dated a really inappropriate man (2001):
what a dumbo asshole dickweed.
This is one, not from email, but seared on my memory. From Esquire Magazine, in one of their “Dubious Achievement” issues (date unknown):
Michael Flatley is a “wet-chested twinkletoes bent on world domination, one desperate woman at a time.”
As a newly-christened emailer back in October of 1999, I received my first email from Becky, congratulating my upon my techno-step and informing me that
“I told a select, trusted few about “the dare.”
Really there are only 2 camps: utterly appalled or completely freaked. Also, there is a clear 50-50 division regarding which dare people would rather do: sock or gum.”
Oh to have trailed my fingers down the wet and self-importantly-heaving-chest of the LORD OF THE DANCE!!! Seventeen year old me would have happily volunteered to be a stepping stone to world domination. Seriously.
Wow, a lot of information in these two comments, eh? Andrew’s: shrouded in tantalizing mystery. Dadga’s: laid out bare for the world to gawk at.
Gosh I can’t believe:
“it’s the real you and guess what.. you’re a tool.”
didn’t make your list!!
So on another topic – you will see on my blog that I have NO FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHTS..but you do… :::grin:::
I thought Michael Flatley was gay…