Remember how I told you guys you better hook me up with some synopses and analyses of major works of English literature? Well, y’all are all fired.
Except Margo who gave me three in-person lessons on poetry. Or, as I like to say it, POW-tree.
And Kate, who helped me create some study objectives.
And Big E, who discussed lit with me over lunch and lent me a bunch of her grad school books.
And Cat, who recommended a really good poetry text with which to study and listed everything she read in high school so I could write it down.
And my dad, who gave me what I call the nuclear option: if I don’t understand the exam question, I’m just going to write, “If anything’s consistent about Shakespeare, it’s silly fucking plots.”
Everybody else, though, you’re all fired. But NEVER MIND. I figured out a way to pass.
That’s not even all of them.
I have no synopses or analyses. But I can lend you any Shakespeare work you want. And also the Oxford Book of English Verse. And I will also recite random sonnets at you and make you analyze them while doing WODs.
Best. Video. Ever. I was turned on, and I’m a (very, very) gay man!
And Dad, who gave you the nuclear option.
Nelly, SONNET WODs!
Yay, Paul! I have a man who I turn on! :) A very, very gay man. Who is also married. :(
Oh, yes, I forgot to thank my father. Editing post.
um. #1, you are smoking hot in that vid…that dress/top (can’t tell), the jewelry, the makeup…where the hell did you go that got you all gussied up? you look great!
#2- that’s more cliff’s notes than i used my entire college career
um, did you also forget our long conversation about curriculum and books and what we read vs what the kids are reading these days AND sound and sense?! which you found online?! AB, you cannot in good conscience fire me. Just sayin’.
Goddammit! I did forget. Cat, you are not fired. (But every time I amend the post, the video goes away and I have to re-paste the html. I’ll fix it later. I’m running late right now.)
Anna C, ha! Thanks! I went to a wedding. I try to take a picture or a video of myself every time I put on make-up, since it happens so seldom. You know, kill two birds with one stone.
I like you best when you’ve got no makeup on and you’re about to vomit in your own puddle of sweat, but yes, this is hot too.
Aw! Phil! I mean, it’s nice to hear from women and gay men, but—I don’t know—there’s something validating about being called hot by a straight male.
I think that feeling is called no-wave feminism.