So, on Friday I caught a snippet of a conversation between three of the younger lady members of the previously mentioned Book Club. They were discussion the next book we were to read for this up coming Tuesday’s meeting. (Pat Conroy’s “Beach Music” which is sucky tripe, for the record. )
Intern’s cube. Friday, November 9, 2001. Approx 2:21pm
Overheard: (no exaggeration here):
Girl 1: “Hey guys, umm, you know, no one’s read the book.”
Girl 2: “Yeah, I know, it’s like totally long, like 880 pages or something.”
Girl 3: “Yeah, and it’s like, so sad I can’t even read it”
Girl 1: “I know… we should just have a party instead”
Girl 2: “Yeah!”
Girl 3: “Well, I wanna read a book, though too, ya know?”
Girl 1: “Yeah we can still read a book and have a party”
Girl 2: “Yeah, we can still read a book and have a party!”
Girl 1: “Hey, you know what we should read? Like, Confessions of a Shopaholic”
Girl 2: “What?””
Girl 3: “No, wait - it’s like, totally funny – it’s about this lady who can’t stop shopping and she totally maxes out her credit cards and she totally goes broke buying like, all of this stuff …”
Girl 2: “Oh, that sounds funny!”
Girl 1: “Yeah, or you know they have those Sex in the City Books”
Girl 2: “Yeah! I know this should be like, fun”
Girl 2: “Or like, I know! I know! Bridget Jones’ Diary!!!”
All in Unison: “Oh my GOD I LOVE THAT BOOK!!”
So, you see, clearly I need to, you know, quit.
Oh – poo! I am not a crank! Before you all accuse me of being some sort of literary snob I did actually read the Bridget Jones book (pre-pre movie) and I thought it was cute. I just … I am just getting old and cranky.
Like yesterday, I was driving around with The Ramones blaring having an all right time until I pulled into the Edie Bauer Home parking lot and realized I was listening to The Ramones in the Edie Bauer Home parking lot.
Some worlds just should not meet.
p.s. yes, things just get creepier and creepier the older I get.
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