“I don’t understand people who want to be writers who don’t read very much. I think there’s something wrong there. It’s like wanting to be a piano player and not listening to very much music… You have to learn to read like a writer, in the same way that a doctor looks at a human body maybe a little bit differently or a painter looks at the human form differently than the rest of us.”—
“Turns out chivalry isn’t dead; it’s just creepy.”—Sasha, after a drunk guy outside of Billy’s at first nicely, and then forcibly offered me his coat while we were standing outside waiting for our friend Brittany.
I’ve developed a tactic I’ve called “dance warfare” for eighties night when people are trying to encroach upon me and my friends’ dancing space: prominent use of elbows, near the kidney level of the perpetrating dancers, as well as using my rear to bounce my purse off of into other people’s dancing areas that are too close to me, and of course, evil eying whomever is making unwanted moves on my pals.