Wednesday, October 02, 2013
A. pointed this out to me last Sunday, and I feel like it must be the greatest NYTimes wedding announcement of all time. She is a former sex columnist for the New York Press, with a MFA from Columbia. He is... a clown. You wonder why her parents would want an announcement in the Times, but you can't deny that it seems newsworthy. I only wish that the photo had the lucky groom in full-on clown makeup, but even without it was able to pick out the right announcement on the page. In any event, the reasons for the couples' mutual attraction are certainly obvious, and Outside Counsel wishes them the best.
It has been a while since I've read the New York Press, but back then it was a weekly alternative paper that tried to distinguish itself from the Village Voice by being somewhat right wing. Of course, "conservative" in the late 80's-early 90's meant something different than it does now, when it means "unhinged". "Conservative" in New York has typically meant something more along the lines of "Go away, squeegee guy," rather than, "Burn Washington to the ground!" Even so, being the sex columnist for a publication like that must have been a wearying chore. Rudy Giuliani's wife writing and asking what would be a nice housewarming gift for the mayor's gay roommates, complaints about limo drivers snooping on backseat activities, you know, that sort of thing. How liberating it must feel for Ms. Sellars to come home to a rousing evening of clown sex. Having your partner squeeze your breasts and say "Ah-Roo-Gah!"-- that never gets old.
It has been a while since I've read the New York Press, but back then it was a weekly alternative paper that tried to distinguish itself from the Village Voice by being somewhat right wing. Of course, "conservative" in the late 80's-early 90's meant something different than it does now, when it means "unhinged". "Conservative" in New York has typically meant something more along the lines of "Go away, squeegee guy," rather than, "Burn Washington to the ground!" Even so, being the sex columnist for a publication like that must have been a wearying chore. Rudy Giuliani's wife writing and asking what would be a nice housewarming gift for the mayor's gay roommates, complaints about limo drivers snooping on backseat activities, you know, that sort of thing. How liberating it must feel for Ms. Sellars to come home to a rousing evening of clown sex. Having your partner squeeze your breasts and say "Ah-Roo-Gah!"-- that never gets old.
// posted by Bill @ 11:28 AM 
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