Ogle away, but keep your fantasies about Stevie Nicks to yourself, please
This pretty much kills my anonymity, but…
My friend Diane recently interviewed me for an article she was writing about whether or not it’s OK to ogle. Here it is.
I’m pretty much always OK with GTB’s visual oggling. I’ve realized it’s the casual sharing of a fantasy as he’s having it that I’m not so cool with. Case in point: we’re driving to the beach this past weekend, listening to Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours. As Second Hand News comes to a close, GTB says, “I would have liked to lay down in the tall grass and do my stuff with Stevie Nicks circa 1975.” For some reason, it made me wanna ralph. And it pretty much ruined that song for me forever.
What can I say? I’m an enigma.
November 12th, 2007 at 1:45 pm
Well, as I was all of two-years-old in 1975, “my stuff” probably would’ve involved Sesame Street, a cup of Cheerios, and my blanky. Wait, what did you think I meant, Girl? Perv.
November 13th, 2007 at 2:37 pm
Even I would lay down in the tall grass with a circa 1975 Stevie Nix.
Sorry, but I would.