I’m Italian, I’m Italian. Okay okay.
I saw Camille Paglia at Barnes and Noble in Edina last night.
You know, she’s crazy!
Lucky for me I agree with about 75% of what she talked about.
Anyway, she brought up being Italian more times than I can count and said, “okay…” in place of “um.”
She’s one of the fastest talkers I’ve ever heard.
Crazy militant feminists! I love how political and ass-kicking she has been, though I could have done without all of her gloating about it.
Supposedly this event was a “close reading” of her new book.
She read nothing form the book, which makes sense - it’s a collection of poetry. Instead, she ranted and raved for about an hour and 15 minutes, including during the Q&A.
Her fan base was obsessive, dorky, and starstruck.
I was among the youngest folks there, and it was hilarious.
Why couldn’t Camille be my college advisor?
I wish she had been.
She’s a stitch.
February 1st, 2006 at 8:32 pm
You know, I’m Italian, it’s unfair that, I’m Italian, men such as, I’m Italian, myself are given, I’m Italian, an unfair shake by, I’m Italian, ladies such as, I’m Italian, Camille.
Just kidding. It’s fun to say I’m Italian.
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February 1st, 2006 at 9:27 pm
It kind of (I’m gay) has the same (I’m gay) ring to it as saying, “I’m gay,” every chance one can get.
Which, I(’m gay), personally, would never do.
Except during (I’m gay) pride, naturally.
GAY!
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