Friday, May 31, 2013

Savage Love

Some weeks ago I was sitting at the co-op, ignoring my child and reading an old issue of the Onion.  I like to read Savage Love, because it's funny and well-written, and also because it uses a lot of words I  a) don't know; and b) am too embarrassed to look up. I hope if I keep reading it, one day I'll find out what they mean.

That particular edition brought me this gem, from the obituary of Dear Abby:
 Dear Abby: Two men who claim to be father and adopted son just bought an old mansion across the street and fixed it up. We notice a very suspicious mixture of company coming and going at all hours — blacks, whites, Orientals, women who look like men and men who look like women. This has always been considered one of the finest sections of San Francisco, and these weirdos are giving it a bad name. How can we improve the neighborhood? — Nob Hill Residents 

Dear Residents: You could move.


  1. I do enjoy Savage Love, though I never remember to pick up an issue of The Onion anymore. (It's at my library AND grocery store, so I only have an opportunity 3 times per week!). You know how I like to research topics, currently plants? I spent a whole summer once looking up all the random embarrassing sexual terms and items, so if you actually would like to learn what they mean, I can probably explain them. But, looking them up yourself might be less embarrassing for you. Except for the whole children-in-the-next-room thing.

    I'm not easily embarrassed anymore, which is ok with me. My teenage years were uncomfortable.

  2. See, that's one advantage of not being a native speaker -- I'm not embarrassed to look anything up. Though occasionally I come across words that I strongly feel I should know, that probably are very similar in German...

  3. Anonymous3:07 PM

    Go Dear Abby!


Comments are moderated, so it may take a day or two to show up. Anonymous comments will be deleted.