I saw a leader on the front of one of those silly lifestyle
magazines today. It was presumably from the publication’s agony aunt.
(Why do they have agony aunts? I assume I’m right
in thinking that the people who ‘write’ to agony aunts aren’t real. Surely no real person would write ‘My boyfriend has left me for a woman with
bigger breasts. Should I have mine surgically enlarged in order to get him
back?’ Would they?)
So anyway, the agony aunt pronounces:
Why Clive
James’s wife should take him back in spite of his eight year affair with
another woman.
I think it would have been entirely proper to stick
a piece of paper on the cover, on which was writ in big letters:
Why silly
journalists should mind their own business and stop passing judgement on a
matter of personal relationship about which they have no intimate knowledge.
I do.
(Thank you again, Zoe Mintz. I do so love this
habit I’ve developed of echoing the affirmative, and it was all your doing.)
4 comments:
I've always wanted to be an 'agony aunt' (i've never heard that term before... here we just call them advice columnists or Dear Abbies after Dear Abby)
I'd be a good one ;)
No you wouldn't. You're too intelligent and intuitive. You'd soon realise that the process is unavoidably superficial and effectively worthless.
Oh, but i'd be so honest! Too honest. Then they'd take my column away...
Is that the one with the double strength elastic?
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