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

June 9, 2009 at 6:40 pm Leave a comment

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.

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The beach, buffets, and big bikinis I need to work on my coffee-snobbery.

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Griffin H. Bat was very, very fat. She had WLS in 2007 and has gone from 314 pounds to 120ish, and often wonders where her mind went along with all that gooey adipose matter. Even with new guts, she still thinks about cupcakes and their confectionary goodness. She feels like a bear that has lost its stuffing, but she won't hesitate to tell you how lovely you are.


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