In the mood for shrimp I had an interesting, possibly misandrist friend in university who used to say men are like shrimp-- the head doesn't matter very much. She had more admirers than the rest of us combined. Maybe it had something to do with her theory. Probably not--she was a wealthy equestrian, guitarist, size negative 10, world weary, cultured, yoga practicing philosophy major... and mostly not an asshole. I remember thinking she was ancient. I may have actually told her. 22 seemed ancient. I'm glad she liked me anyway. It's comforting to think that at the height of my obnoxiousness, there was something that made it all forgivable. I like remembering her glamorous distaste. It makes me laugh. |