Rule Number Three:
Before posting a photo of yourself wearing a beret, think twice. I’m not saying you should never use such an image, but take a moment to consider what message you may be conveying by doing so. If, after a moment of introspection, you proudly declare yourself an unapologetic beret enthusiast, more power to you; I hope you and your headwear find love.
Which returns us to the paradox of boxing: its obsessive appeal for many who find in it not only a spectacle involving sensational feats of physical skill but an emotional experience impossible to convey in words; an art form, as I’ve suggested, with no natural analogue in the arts. Of course it is primitive, too, as birth, death, and erotic love might be said to be primitive, and forces our reluctant acknowledgment that the most profound experiences in our lives are physical events—though we believe ourselves to be, and surely are, essentially spiritual beings.
— Joyce Carol Oates, On Boxing
At a conference thinking about what words of wisdom Sara Stroud of 2009 would impart to my younger self, the first thing that comes to mind is, “Someday that Winnie the Pooh tattoo is going to make you feel like a real dumbass.”
Rule Number Two:
When, while creating a profile, you’re asked what items one might find in your bedroom, “ferrets and ferret accessories” is an unacceptable response—unless you’re looking for that special someone on FerretLovers. com, but then that would just be too obvious.
Rule Number One:
Never, ever make your online dating handle a reference to an Ayn Rand novel. This suggests that you are most likely:
a) totally self-absorbed
b) baselessly arrogant
c) a redhead
J. Mcvie’s face constantly averted/obscured. Conspiracy theories abound.