“I feared that Sarah was one of those women who, instead of laughing, said, “That’s funny,” or, instead of smiling, said, “That’s interesting,” or instead of saying, “You are a stupid blithering idiot,” said, “Well, I think it’s a little more complicated than that.” I never knew what to do around such people, especially the ones who, after you spoke, liked to say, enigmatically, “I see.” Usually I just went mute.”
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Lorrie Moore has a story in The New Yorker and it is called “Childcare.”
I like this a lot, but I really hate reading her in The New Yorker, I want to yell, Hey! get out of there! Put this in a book addressed specifically to me, please, not curling around insulting cartoons that capture the zeitgeist of 1993.
Oh my god, I just realized I hate The New Yorker. I’m gonna have to go for a walk and think long and hard about this.
