he only wanted erotic mayhem

in response to gabriel's comment on 'the real deal with compatibility,' who thinks he should try reading anais nin with a bad french accent since all else has failed to lead to the 'erotic mayhem' he desires:

gabriel, honey, my point was that UNLESS the guy is reading anais nin with a bad french accent, there is NOT a problem--thus if the guy IS reading anais nin with a bad french accent (gabriel, darling, read: pretentious clown), i could see how even a woman with very low standards might be repulsed.

case in point, WHALES: men, even if they see a string of letters, recognize them as words, and have an adequate understanding of the language, it doesn't mean they can read (make sense of the reading).

gabriel surely has other talents (perhaps knot-tying? i've known many a man who can tie a truly excellent knot), but reading is clearly not his forte.

OH SHIZ! gabriel is swedish. hmm, but the swedish people i've met have had better english than most americans. SO, my conclusion still stands--for being from sweden does not excuse a misconstrue of my blog.

regardless, as an exemplary WHALES, i say this to gabriel:
my tangy little meatball,
sorry; me didn't know english not first language.

the real deal with compatibility

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.