No wonder you haven’t got the hang of it.”ħ) The man at a party who, when I explained my children had different fathers, muttered: “That’s disgusting” and walked awayĨ) The guy I met travelling who said I was an idiot to be in India alone and deserved whatever I got.ĩ) The men who have told me that men are not attracted to women who discuss sex, politics or religion. Rather than reading a good book with a cup of coffee in the afternoon, instead they are facing with some infectious bugs inside their computer. DEATH IS NOT THE END The fifty-six-year-old American poet, a Nobel Laureate, a poet known in American literary circles as ‘the poet’s poet’ or sometimes simply ‘the Poet,’ lay outside on the deck, bare-chested, moderately overweight, in a partially reclined deck chair, in the sun, reading, half supine, moderately but not severely. 1) The boyfriend who told me I had zero musical taste because I preferred Sly Stone to Cream.Ģ) The man who would not employ me in a poxy insurance office, saying: “Not only do I think you should not have this job, but you should not be allowed in any office ever.”ģ) The careers adviser who said that the only way for a girl like me to travel was to become an air hostess or join the navy.Ĥ) The tutor who told me when I got pregnant while doing a degree that I should not continue to study but stay at home with the baby.ĥ) The editor who told me that it must be easy being a “lady columnist” because: “You can just write about painting your toenails.”Ħ) The driving instructor who told me that changing gears was just like “making love. Brief interviews with hideous men / Main Author: Wallace, David Foster Format: Book Language: English Published: Boston : Back Bay Books, 2000, c1999.
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