Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Lust

Lust - Susan Minot

7.31.07


Lookie, it's a story wrote by a wimman about some wimman's unerringly unsuccessful search for the elusive ideal of love.

Digression: "wimman" is in no way a derogatory term; rather, it is an expression of my/our ignorance of the nature of "women."


It's simultaneously amazing and infuriating how this wimman manages to hold a winning streak of crappy, sex-centered boyfriends. She ought to hold a record for "most crappy relationships in one lifetime." It is, however, infuriating that she seems to lack some semblance of self-control, insofar as she keeps on falling/sleeping for the same, sex-deprived class of man over and over again.

Perhaps she now equates love with some false sense of intermittent security, or perhaps as a void-filler of sorts after that amazing chain of hungry boyfriends. It is only too bad that she generalizes all boys to be evil machinations of the sex god. Such a tragedy is probably a result of emotional trauma in some long-lost relationship.

Emotions are quite destructive, and so are sweeping generalizations, like that phrase up there.

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