Posted on 12/23/2007 8:11:25 PM PST by paltz
It’s New Year’s Eve a few years back: candles are lighted in Emily’s “cozy one-bedroom” apartment, iTunes shifts seamlessly from the Magnetic Fields to Maria Callas to Nina Simone, and although we love to look out her second-story windows at the packs of people clamoring between bars and parties, and although we half-made plans to go to bars and parties ourselves, there’s no way we’re going out. The abortion is scheduled for two days from now, and we’re holing up.
(Excerpt) Read more at nytimes.com ...
I’d like to think so.
I’d like to think that someone reading this who might be uncommitted about infanticide might be shocked enough to realize that yes.... there are those who eat innocent children.
Oops. I meant to say ABORT innocent children.
Exactly.
It’s amazing that this ass can be so proud as to write about it. I hope they both burn in Hell.
What is weird is I didn't realize this was written by a guy. It sounded like some liberal feminist lesbian, clucking over the preparation of dumplings.
Har! What sick scumbags Brian and Emily are!
Hey! Real men cook!
Not that the author of this piece is a real man, but I'm a real man and I know my way around a kitchen.
wow. that’s a double-bagger.
“Mom, did you see my piece in the Times yet? Did you tell Dad about it? Aren’t you proud of me!?”
The guy who wrote this thing is a sad and pathetic loser on so many levels its stunning.
It was published on 12/16, not Christmas Eve or the day before, and was part of the NYT Magazine, not the actual newspaper.
That being said, it’s still a piece of crap.
Emily has only a sip. She doesn’t want to drink while pregnant. “It’s just not something you do,” she says. Even though the pregnancy is scheduled to be terminated in two days, there’s still something — someone? — inside of her she doesn’t want to hurt. I’m utterly baffled but mask it with a respectful, if distant, “O.K.” I don’t want to ruin the mood. I just tell myself that we could never see this situation the same way, and that even what we decide together we’ll have to experience separately. That’s that. We do the dishes, blow out the candles, put a teaspoon handle down the Champagne bottle’s neck (to keep the carbonation — it seems to work) and put the bottle in the fridge, brush our teeth, climb into bed and have unprotected sex.
“I’m not going to get more pregnant,” Emily says.
I’ve never felt pleasure more guiltily.
Brian Goedde, who is now married to Emily, teaches at the University of Iowa.
Well, as long as the champagne stays fresh and you get some action, good for you. /rot in hell
Wow. They act almost human...
Why am I not surprised that the NYT would provide a forum for this decadent rot?
Why am I not surprised that liberal Times readers will leap to condone, nay applaud, this exercise in affluent, sophisticated nihilism?
Just in time for Christmas: the mad rantings of a pair of cold, murderous psychos.
Oh yeah, a loser !
Researching Jenna, Discovering Myself
By BRIAN GOEDDE
Published: October 2, 2005
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/10/02/fashion/sundaystyles/02love.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
This broke my heart.
Pathetic and disgusting. It’s all about me!!!!
Only an academic could be this damn stupid all the while thinking he is oh so clever.
Kill a Baby for New Years! How bloody wonderful. Give me this guys address and I will fly out from Australia and take his spins and balls from hom - He’s certainly not using them.
Pathetic little, lentle eating, meterosexual scum bucket.
Mel
And BTW A happy Christmas season to all the great folks here of FR
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