I am re-reading The House of Mirth, which is probably a bad idea, because reading this book fills me with angst and turmoil because I know how it ends and I know that it does not end well, and no matter how much I wish it, I know the ending won’t change, and it is just such a frustrating book, because, of course Lily has to marry someone even though clearly she doesn’t actually want to marry anyone except for maybe Lawrence Selden, but I personally believe she doesn’t actually want to marry him anyhow, and just wants to be a fashionable, single, Lady-About-Town forever which is plainly impossible in turn of the century high society, but at the very least makes me grateful that I can remain a fashionable, single, Lady-About-Town forever, thank god. And I just want to punch Selden in the face because I feel like maybe he is a prototypical Chuck Klosterman*, only slightly more refined.
Also, there is a big move afoot regarding this blog. And a new Professional Alexandra blog is forthcoming. I have decided to get serious about blogging. Well, not that serious, really. Just fancier, and with a domain name. And designs for internet-wide domination. Stay tuned, kids.
*Defined as being that guy who you’re friends with who makes out with you a bunch of times but doesn’t actually want to pursue anything more serious because he actually just dates vapid blondes.