I didn’t get it then, but I get it now. Back then, when I was twenty and shiny with immorality and dew, I didn’t get loss. I’d experienced it, of course, but I hadn’t lived long enough to accumulate that patina of loss that I have now at 51. Enough years on this wet blue planet and you’re positively shellacked in loss, one coat over another, dulling your coat like so much floor wax. Back then, when I was twenty, I didn’t get loss and I didn’t get what a new set of extraordinary unmentionables could do for you.
Chelsea G. Summers, “unmentionables, the first”, pretty dumb things, 2013-12-04
December 5, 2013
QotD: Wisdom, grief, and “unmentionables”
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She had me at “unmentionables”, but then totally lost me at “the white-privileged times of the late ‘70s”.
Comment by Lickmuffin — December 6, 2013 @ 13:19
I felt this paragraph was the best part of the post … and it’d be more generally applicable if I had omitted the last sentence, as it makes sense in the full context but it’s a bit lost when taken out of context like this.
Comment by Nicholas — December 6, 2013 @ 14:32