Subject: Re: we unhappy few
From: Tim O'Connor (oconnort@nyu.edu)
Date: Sun Jul 07 2002 - 05:46:39 EDT
On Sun, Jul 07, 2002 at 09:50:37AM +0100, Scottie Bowman wrote:
> As a matter of interest, how many were we at the height
> of empire? And has the decline been a steady one?
> For what it's worth, I've noticed what I think is a similar
> demographic shrinkage on Heming & Austen.
Once we were as high as 150 -- the sun never set on Jerry's World.
(Historical reference most ghastly, so I can only be happy that it
serves as a double-entendre now.)
> If we're not reproducing ourselves it can only be due to:
> 1) these damned vasectomies
I *knew* I should not have trusted that barber to give me SO close
a shave! I never made such mistakes when I shaved myself.
Wait, wait, let me change characters, since I've had about 15 cups of
coffee so far, and need to release steam and, umm, more than merely
steam: "I want a better life for my [son | daughter]! No kid of mine
is ever going to have to read the lists I read, barefoot, and in the
snow. I want them to have a better life than mine, advantages I never
had in the ghetto of ba-na-na-fish." How's that, better? Then, I remember
how I don't have kids. I can't have kids. I'm -- I'm BARREN! <Bette
Davis enters with a 16th cup of coffee. The day is saved.>
> & 2) the increasing feminisation
> of young men. (On any Salinger list, of course, one would
> expect to find 2) even more advanced than elsewhere.)
According to some of the Female Intelligence Services from which I've
been getting confidential surveillance drops, a young man who shows a
wee bit of his feminine side has a much better chance with the ladies.
I am, of course, the exception to this rule, since I always failed to
be exceedingly masculine, yet I still managed to be a glorious failure
with women. So, it is not ALWAYS a certain rule. But that seems to be
the trend, Scottie. So sorry to have to break that bit of news.
But your swipe is duly noted.
Here, of course, in my part of Salingerville, we manly men get together
with our raw steaks and go out to the stadium to engage in cavemanly
behavior; Salinger has not given us an official seal of approval, but we
sneaked a rubber stamp from the manly men of the Hemingway list when they
were busy gluing the hair to their chests and refilling their posh hip
flasks, and we pass inspection well enough now.
Sufficiently convincing, eh? Excuse me now, while I go out to club
today's baby seal and then bag a tiger, all in one landscape. Amazing,
this world of men....
--tim
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