Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Friday, January 18, 2013
another "how not to take a compliment" lesson, courtesy of the DH
Recently I was talking to a man, someone significantly younger than me, and I noticed he was fidgeting a lot. "Why are you twitching like that?" I asked.
"I feel nervous talking to you, because you're so hot."
I gave him an incredulous look. "I am forty-eight years old!"