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The Great Gatsby (1925)

Author: F. Scott Fitzgerald

“It grieves me deeply that we Americans should take as our classic a book that is no more than a lengthy description of the doings of fops.”

From one-star Amazon.com reviews of classic novels

(I’m going to try to use the phrase “doings of fops” in at least three work emails today.)

Apparently that reviewer would rather have a lengthy description of the doings of homelesses or farmers or Draculas or Civil War-ers or pioneers as our classic. What else is a book but the descriptions of doings? I think that review is a fopist.

Blahsome/Awesome 1 - Short Term Boyfriends

Five minute boyfriends are totally blahsome. Five SECOND boyfriends are totally AWESOME.

While at the National Museum of American History this past Saturday, a handsome man walked past me and made eye contact, but kept going. A couple of minutes later, he walked past me again going the other way. In true, awkward Jenny Craxworth fashion I was talking to my companions, red faced and sweaty from having walked the entire length of the National Mall to get to the museum and was in the process of tying my hair up (this weekend’s humidity has given me a semi-permanent halo of frizzy baby hair and flyaways), so my elbows were in the air trying to tame that mess and my glasses were hanging from the neck of my t-shirt. And in spite of the ridiculous appearance on my part, when we made eye contact he smiled at me. Despite the fact that I was in the middle of a sentence, mouth wide open and basically presenting myself, I smiled back. It was quick and cute, and I didn’t see him again in our hours in the museum, but it was such a sweet moment. I loved it.

Oh, DC

Kwame Brown has $50k in bad debt and you’re mad that his boat is named Bulletproof?

Why not get mad that he didn’t sell the boat to get himself out of debt-related legal problems?

Just a thought.