gyssb girls

Once again, since they don't allow comments, I'm forced to respond to the wild wimmin of "Get Yourself Some Boring" here, on my own blog (a.k.a. "Some Genuinely Boring; Perhaps This Is What They Are Coming To Get").

First, you must read this: Presbyterian Universalists. Really, you must, especially if you are Dr. Faustus, but also if you are Someone Else.

Second, Ang suspects it's weird to entertain fantasies when one is stressed out. Hello? If that's weird, I don't wanna know what she'd say about all the other things I do when I'm stressed out!

The thing that always strikes me about Ang is—I don't know who the unbelievably well-adjusted people are that she's spent the rest of her life with up to now, but—she always seems to think that stuff I think is normal is way-out weird, and stuff I think is just some Hollywood writer's rose-tinted fantasy (happy childhood? nice parents who always say the right thing?) is normal to her. It's like, she resets the normal curve all by herself. And I say this with great affection. You can't resent her for it—even if you try. She's just that wonderful.

Ang, for the record, it's not the slightest bit unusual to say to oneself (as she did in the above-referenced post), "You know, if I wanted to, I could hang up all of this shit and go dance on Broadway. I won't, but I could, you know."

What's unusual is to actually have the talent to be telling the truth there, but that's a whole 'nother issue.*

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* And then there's Dr. Faustus, who dances at NYSC and hangs up all of his shit on Broadway, and who first taught me that "whole" in that sentence is an "infix"...)