June 12, 2002
From the desk of Jane Galt:Rabbit thinks I'm boring. I
Rabbit thinks I'm boring.
I could get all hurt and defensive and whiny about this, and call Rabbit a bad name that rhymes with "slitch" and say that she may be having fun now but there's the kind of girl men like to have fun with and the kind they want to marry and we'll see how much fun she's having in ten years when everything starts to sag, and oops! I've stumbled into a Lana Turner movie again.
Instead I'm just going to be hurt, because I love Rabbit. I'm giving myself carpal tunnel syndrome checking her blog every hour, on the hour, for her updates. And all I want to say is that just because some people write for NPR, and some people are about a million times funnier than me, doesn't mean that some people couldn't be a little kind once in a while. And if I should happen to be found floating in, say, the Hudson River, with, say, a laminated card stapled to my lifeless carcass reading "Take that, Rabbit!", I just hope that some people will take that valuable opportunity to rethink their life and the way they treat people. That's all I'm saying.
On the other hand, I look at the blog, and it's global warming this and monetary policy that and where's the fun? Unfortunately, I'm an MBA, and I don't really know anything about fun. If you know anything about fun, you don't have time to get the job that gets you into business school. MBA's think they know a lot about fun, but the things they think they know usually involve throwing large parties that bear a suspicious resemblance to the ones thrown by the fraternities that wouldn't let them in when they were undergraduates.
On the other hand -- um, out of hands, just use your big toe for now -- I was an English major. English major's know a lot about fun. Well, some English majors, anyway. The kind of English major that droops around in all black, or flowing poetic dresses that drape around their figure like a burlap sack and isn't that a blessing -- those people do not know about fun. Those people are busy being melancholy, because they've read so much about it and it seems interesting. There is nothing in the entire world as tedious as affected misery. Really miserable people eventually get bored with it and lighten up. People who are just being miserable because they think it makes them cool never know when to stop.
No, for fun English majors, you want the kind of English major who is an English major because being an English major leaves them more time for fun. Unexpected things happen when you are around this kind of English major; spontaneous, amusing events, like contests to see who can eat the most jalapeno peppers or get the most phone numbers from doctors in the intensive colon care unit, sudden trips to Mississippi to see if it's really there, or applications to business school.
And what do you do with this, particular, fun English major? Is this English major fun, or is she still carrying a heavily annotated copy of The Bell Jar everywhere she goes? Well, I'm afraid to find out, you're going to have to come to Blogapalooza 2002. All I can say for now is, don't forget your slinky.
Posted by Jane Galt at June 12, 2002 08:33 PM | TrackBack | Technorati inbound links