Gianna:
I can't believe you even considered celebrating a Valentine's Day without Pablo! What is wrong with you? Do you know nothing of romance, of love, of getting laid? Listen, it's not too late to save face. Pick up a copy of Pablo Neruda's 100 Love Sonnets (I mean, it's in English and Spanish...it's one language for free!). "When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny."
--Neruda
I know...guaranteed to get things going.
Liz:
Earlier today a pal suggested that Gianna might have a better grasp of this theme than I do. Humph. Apparently he doesn't appreciate the awe-inspiring, loin-quivering appeal of Darth Dick Cheney. But fine. I'll pretend I'm Gianna.
I can't believe you even considered celebrating a Valentine's Day without Atwood! What is wrong with you? Do you know nothing of romance, of love, of getting laid? Listen, it's not too late to save face. Pick up a copy of Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale (I mean, it's got graffiti written in Latin...it's one language for free!).
Who doesn't want to read about the reversal of feminism and the forced sexual enslavement of the dwindling number of fertile women in the world? Offred, (get it, "Of Fred?") is the handmaid of a wealthy couple, a servant with no control over her body and no rights. Her job is to produce children. It has been religiously decreed by the theocracy that has taken control of the country. Atwood's book is shockingly prescient, and if she'd managed to include a reality TV series about Offred's tribulations on TLC I'd call her a modern Nostradamus.
I know...guaranteed to get things going.
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