The Good Girl is Trapped in Her Words
The other day I asked Chrissy, "Which historical figure would you want to be?"
She thought about it for a while. "There aren't a lot of good girls," she said. "I mean, if I'm Joan d'Arc I get brutally executed, and if I'm Queen Victoria I get to be funny-looking and against women's suffrage." She thought some more. "I don't want to be some guy who had sex with lots of women, because, you know, I don't want to have sex with lots of women." She meandered over the possibility of Tycho Brahe, given that she would get a gold nose and a moose.
Then she got this weird good-Mormon-girl look and said, "Joseph Smith."
I said, "You might want to rethink that one..."
She thought about it for a while. "There aren't a lot of good girls," she said. "I mean, if I'm Joan d'Arc I get brutally executed, and if I'm Queen Victoria I get to be funny-looking and against women's suffrage." She thought some more. "I don't want to be some guy who had sex with lots of women, because, you know, I don't want to have sex with lots of women." She meandered over the possibility of Tycho Brahe, given that she would get a gold nose and a moose.
Then she got this weird good-Mormon-girl look and said, "Joseph Smith."
I said, "You might want to rethink that one..."
posted by Spencer Ellsworth at 6:46 PM
3 Comments:
I would like to be someone whose name ends in "the Giant." Preferably a Viking. Or maybe a god.
you made me sound a bit more thought provoking then I really am. I probably drooled a little bit and shouted out someone I heard from a cartoon.
Also I knew Joseph smith had a lot of wives, you didn't.
come home I need to play Tetris with someone.
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