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"Home is where I climb out of my mecha-suit-of-a-poised-persona and power down. Home is where my house pants live. And they’re hideous. I am devoted to my friends and we can graphically detail our love lives and talk extensively about how much I make but no single confidant has seen all or even most of my homes."
—Obviously you will need to be reading this. No, for real, clickety clicky click.
Please, no more Mary H.K. Choi. I stopped after the second instance of "epic."
Oh my God, heresy!
No, it's good. Everyone needs a hater. I treasure mine!
@Choire – Katt Williams on the subject: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxxPLDZnqwA
I don't hate Choi, and certainly not for sport. I just find her style incredibly affected and offputting.
Better affected than infected, I always say.
Try the veal! (@HM)
@andrea I'm with you. (sorry, I'm totally breaking a rule of no negative commenting but gah I've been choking on that one, I just won't fawn over bad writing!)
Maybe Mr. Wan is Mr. Right?
Think about it, MHKChoi.
Noooo! While intriguing, that idea strays too far into bad rom-com territory.
Mary's Mr. Wan reminds me of my Mr. Wong–who I first learned about because my friend's heroin addict ex-BF had to move every 6 months or so, and he learned how to do it the cheapest way possible…
\"… and for such a salad bar of reasons …\"
Whatever Mary HK Choi writes, she leaves these little throwaway flowers strewn through it. Collect them all.
Whereas whatever I write, I leave these awful backslashes …
And now I long to read Mr. Wan's take on the relationship…
Hilarious, MHKC!
Digging the correct use of "stalagmites".
Once I made the c-is-for-ceiling connection, I never had to think about it again.
Ooooh! My teacher taught us "stalactites have to hold on tight, stalagmites reach with all of their might".
Isn't that from a Berenstain Bears book? Your teacher should have cited it.
I learned it as the "When the 'mites' go up, the 'tites' go down."
I'm a fan of the misogynist memory jogger, "the mights go up to pull tights down."
Maybe I should read the comments…all the comments
"He probably can’t picture me laughing or having clean hair."
You know, I like to utter the words \"this one\'s for my homies\" whenever I urinate in public, and I just imagine Tupac & Co. attempting to imbibe the results, and the resulting \"MOTHERFUCKER!\" shouted across the heavens.
I (still) love you, MHKC.
My favorite thing of hers ever.
Mine too.
I like her toned down like this…
I've always been afraid to say it, but yeah, MHKC definitely benefits from a little more structure. What a delightful and whimsical piece!
"But there is a weird solace in knowing that someone in this city sees me when I’m sorry and shabby" is working for me on a couple of levels.
She sounds like a writer. A very good one. AND NOT BECAUSE YOU SAID CLICKETY CLICK CLICK DOUCHE. Tell her to avoid the NY Times like a plague though.
Does she have a book out? While I was reading it blossomed a whole new line of thinking. She's good. Foster Kamer is still fat. But he needs to get over that and show up on tv. I have some friends I can whisper to, but he needs to get over the whole fat thing.
This piece is so different than what I've read here. The NYT essay read like a bad MFA personal essay. Overwrought and too mannered. I prefer the sassy snarky version.
That's because you drink Boone's rather than real wine.