July 19, 2011 § 4 Comments
One of the wiser fellows I have ever come across sees men, women, children, in his professional capacity. He tells me that more and more men with perfect lives – the gorgeous wife, the four kids, the great job with its gorilla bonuses, the several houses, are saying, Schwarzenegger-like, “I’ve fallen in love with my Brazilian cleaner. This is the real thing! I have never felt like this before!”
This clever man is perennially astonished at the sheer vista of stupidity these fellow men display. They are such a fucking cliché (his words, not mine), the outcome is sprayed in bright, bulging graffiti letters all over the wall, and yet into his confidence these husbands pour. And pour.
And they are all equally flabbergasted when the whole edifice, with crashing inevitability, comes tumbling down.