means? I remember learning that word as a kid, reading it somewhere, looking it up. I imagined people who had perfect lives, but I thought of their lives as artificial constructs. I thought of the Brady Bunch as plastic. I was so jaded, even then. I think I was the only kid who didn't just swallow it. I've had a taste of it now. And it's beautiful and terrifying and real. I've spent all week playing housewife. Not that I've done any actual housework, other than washing a few dishes, making Joshua's coffee every morning before he goes to work. And sometimes I cook for him, which I love in a completely sentimental and ridiculous way. I feel so proud when I serve a meal to him. It's pretty wonderful simply indulging myself, doing something I love. But so much better doing it for him. I feel like I should be wearing an apron and a God damn string of pearls sometimes, some twisted version of June Cleaver. Twisted far beyond any sort of amusing irony. But I still love it, even then. We haven't talked about what I'm doing here, exactly, or when I'm going home.
What do You think about A 21st Century Courtesan (2009)?
