{"id":12407,"date":"2017-08-09T22:20:07","date_gmt":"2017-08-10T05:20:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/?p=12407"},"modified":"2017-08-09T22:20:07","modified_gmt":"2017-08-10T05:20:07","slug":"move-aside-proust-the-ex-wife-speaks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/move-aside-proust-the-ex-wife-speaks\/","title":{"rendered":"Move Aside, Proust: The Ex-Wife Speaks"},"content":{"rendered":"
<\/a><\/p>\n When I’m feeling particularly miserable and powerless, I check to see if the Ex-Wife<\/a> has written a new column in her neighborhood paper.\u00a0 It never makes me feel better, but I am often rewarded by my favorite tropes, like references to Shakespeare or her bikinis and mini-skirts of yore.<\/p>\n “Of yore” is the type of expression that makes her writing<\/a> such a joy. Reading the latest offering, a Proustian recollection of her childhood summers, I wonder why I can’t write like this. I mean, I had an Ice Cream truck, too. I went to summer camp, just like she did. But in my memories, I just bought the ice cream and ate it. At camp, it felt like I was being tortured by mean strangers and bees. It was a nightmare.<\/p>\n Anyway, take a look for yourself.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n No bikini or mini-skirt but at least we get crop tops and “peddel pushers.”<\/p>\n Try thinking about your childhood for a minute, just as a mental exercise. Was it a diaphanous reverie filled with running and laughing and blue ribbons? Maybe that’s why I hate her.<\/p>\n My childhood was like a black and white horror movie. I don’t enjoy dredging up memories. One memory I do like is making snail hospitals. I loved putting the snails on cotton balls, their hospital beds, in a ward made from one of my mom’s shoe-boxes. They never got better, because they weren’t sick until I started fucking with them.<\/p>\n The snails probably had better childhoods than mine, and you know what? I’ll bet they were better writers than the Ex.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When I’m feeling particularly miserable and powerless, I check to see if the Ex-Wife has written a new column in her neighborhood paper.\u00a0 It never makes me feel better, but I am often rewarded by my favorite tropes, like references … Continue reading