Wednesday, May 23, 2007
"it is my oxygen--though i must also have regular oxygen"
One of my fellow fellows here just came in to show me the Shouts & Murmurs from the latest New Yorker, which is about the joys of conferences. It also includes what may be my favorite simile ever: "Insights dart and flash like the doomed fish in a whore's aquarium." If there is actually some lewd meaning to it, rather than just being resplendently weird, I don't want to know what it is.
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I find "doomed fish in a whore's aquarium" not so much resplendently weird as creepy-verging-on-misogynistic. But then, I found the central metaphor of the article (conferences = sexual conquest of women) a bit off-putting.
I took the creepy conquistador character of the piece as being the way that it was satire.
Although, upon further review, I can certainly understand how the cobbler's bench thing would be disturbing. I still like the aquarium line.
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