Since when are libraries “cool”? I don’t like this.

Ok, seriously, I want to know why the patrons of the local library are so wildly, unabashedly, rudely aggressive…? Is it the summer heat? Is it the fear that maybe, just maybe, they don’t have any copies of whatever Oprah has told them to read this month? I don’t know.

All I know is, I’m glad that nobody ever really wants to read what I do. There is no vulturous crowd hovering over the Mental disoders/diet memoirs/eating disorder books. No. As a matter of fact, I’m starting to think that I’m the only one who even knows where those sections are. I’m cool with that.

But one problem I noticed today: the library has essentially become a large, air-conditioned  free babysitter. Children. Everywhere. Not really reading anything. Just kind of running around like they ate a bunch of lollipops dunked in cocaine. Where are their parents? I kind of wanted to just randomly go around and show them random pictures from the Mutter Museum books. But that would be wrong. But potentially really, really entertaining (for me).

So I’m off to read the Carnie Wilson biography, naturally. I’ll read anything written by someone with WLS. It’s a strange obsession.