Why are Viennese summers colder and rainier than New York City winters? Why do couples here--husband and wife, mother and daughter, friend and friend--sometimes dress identically, in the curious configuration they call 'partner look'? Does the Viennese subway map--one of the most useful and used graphics in the city--actually bear any connection to the geography of the city, or is it just an abstracted flower?
Why does Celine Dion continue to get work? Why did Heath Ledger have to go and die like that? Is Courtney Love still alive? What will Viggo Mortensen (sigh) do next?
Why do men always give an answer, any answer, even if the truth is they don't know the answer? Why do little kids ask so many goddamn questions? Especially ones we can't answer, like 'Why are grown-ups always in a hurry?' Why do so many women have to go around being beautiful in so many different ways? Why do people still think spies are sexy, even though we all know they are lying, cheating scum?
In a dream the other night, my father was alive and well--why did that dream make me cry? Why can't I get the folding done? When will I finally make an appointment with a doctor, a dentist and/or my accountant? Isn't it time to start planning for retirement?
Why does rolling in the grass make one itchy?
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Why do strangers think it perfectly acceptable to start feeling on the pregnant bellies of random women? It's inappropriate to touch a woman otherwise, and likewise inappropriate to touch another's child, so why touch random women and their unborn?
Creeps me out.
Yeah, I think it's completely crazy. Somehow people think that children , and the women pregnant with them, are public property.
Yeah, I think it's completely crazy. Somehow people think that children , and the women pregnant with them, are public property.
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