An old conversation gets refreshed.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, love is a-many-splendored-thing and all that jazz. Love sucks, but we all fell for it like suckers. Even our old dear friend Candido Apokalyps who back in The Scenester’s fourth issue declared that “coupling was the recluse of the ignorant” and “for chrissake don’t insist that we do it for love period!” wound up eating his words. The last we heard he was exiled to the burbs somewhere driving a wagon with three kids in tow. That’s irony for you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, love is a-many-splendored-thing and all that jazz. Love sucks, but we all fell for it like suckers. Even our old dear friend Candido Apokalyps who back in The Scenester’s fourth issue declared that “coupling was the recluse of the ignorant” and “for chrissake don’t insist that we do it for love period!” wound up eating his words. The last we heard he was exiled to the burbs somewhere driving a wagon with three kids in tow. That’s irony for you.
It might be a generational thing. As the old axiom goes, “a man who is not a socialist at 20 has no heart; a man who is still a socialist at 40 either has no head or pays no taxes”, so it might be with love and marriage. But, having reached the mature age of the mid-life crisis kind, what lessons if any has life taught us, dear scenesters? Are there any nuggets of truth that can be picked up from having walked the earth a bit longer than your typical young adult? Apart from acquiring a beer gut, love handles, man boobs, and grey hair, is there any wisdom to be imparted from one generation to the next?
