in this times article about literary preferences possibly making or breaking your romantic attractions, note what (future WHALES) levy says:
Compatibility in reading taste is a “luxury” and kind of irrelevant, Levy said. The goal, she added, is “to find somebody where your perversions match and who you can stand.
naturally i concur. vive levy! but being somewhat more of an expert on the subject, as it relates to lowering standards, i think levy prematurely desisted, leaving the lettuce, so to speak, somewhat damp: i would spin this baby out and say that compatibility--period--is a luxury. vive moi, aussi, levy--VIVE MOI.
and besides, as long as the dude isn't reading anais nin--aloud and with a bad french accent--then i fail to see the problem. and if the mere sight of who moved my cheese? makes you vomit in your mouth, be progressive: yank the book from his hands and seduce the literate bastard. after all, reading is for celibates.
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anaïs nin with a bad french accent, eh? hm. maybe i'll try that some time - seems my own patented move of standing next to the bed reading essays by walter benjamin out loud with an abrasive german accent isn't leading to the erotic mayhem i expected it to.
My bed talks to me in a Russian accent. It says, sure, Heller, seet at jer desk and trrrry to gut some werk doon. I laugh at your attempts to ignore me.
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