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skimom2

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Thought for bedtime: No matter how many times I try to enjoy books in the genre "Well-off White people filled with ennui and behaving badly" (a'la Jonathan Franzen, Elizabeth Gilbert, Rowling's Casual Vacancy, and so many other "LIT'rary" writers), I will never be able to stop thinking, "Quitcher bitchin' and DO SOMETHING with your all your gifts." Does that make me plebeian? Probably. Meh. I'll just enjoy my Big Macs with Mr. King, Mr. Steinbeck, Ms. Morrison, and the rest of the writers for us little people who actually feel something and strive to LIVE.
 

HollyGolightly

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Thought for bedtime: No matter how many times I try to enjoy books in the genre "Well-off White people filled with ennui and behaving badly" (a'la Jonathan Franzen, Elizabeth Gilbert, Rowling's Casual Vacancy, and so many other "LIT'rary" writers), I will never be able to stop thinking, "Quitcher bitchin' and DO SOMETHING with your all your gifts." Does that make me plebeian? Probably. Meh. I'll just enjoy my Big Macs with Mr. King, Mr. Steinbeck, Ms. Morrison, and the rest of the writers for us little people who actually feel something and strive to LIVE.
Yes - thanks for validating it! I've always thought "what the hell is wrong with you people?" when I read Franzen and Gilbert. I haven't tried Rowling's new one.

Today is my mom's birthday. I miss you, mom. Happy birthday.
(((Mary))))
 

blunthead

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Thought for bedtime: No matter how many times I try to enjoy books in the genre "Well-off White people filled with ennui and behaving badly" (a'la Jonathan Franzen, Elizabeth Gilbert, Rowling's Casual Vacancy, and so many other "LIT'rary" writers), I will never be able to stop thinking, "Quitcher bitchin' and DO SOMETHING with your all your gifts." Does that make me plebeian? Probably. Meh. I'll just enjoy my Big Macs with Mr. King, Mr. Steinbeck, Ms. Morrison, and the rest of the writers for us little people who actually feel something and strive to LIVE.
plebeian \pli-ˈbē-ən\ noun a member of the common people of ancient Rome; a common person
 

blunthead

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Thought for bedtime: No matter how many times I try to enjoy books in the genre "Well-off White people filled with ennui and behaving badly" (a'la Jonathan Franzen, Elizabeth Gilbert, Rowling's Casual Vacancy, and so many other "LIT'rary" writers), I will never be able to stop thinking, "Quitcher bitchin' and DO SOMETHING with your all your gifts." Does that make me plebeian? Probably. Meh. I'll just enjoy my Big Macs with Mr. King, Mr. Steinbeck, Ms. Morrison, and the rest of the writers for us little people who actually feel something and strive to LIVE.

Yup. Common as dirt :)
I'm not familiar with the authors or their works to which you refer, who write of "well-off White people", so on those grounds can't comment on your candidacy as plebeianist. Big Mac eating is authorization enough, however, imho.
 

Dana Jean

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I am a bit introspective today. We are having a gorgeous late summer, early autumn day. My thoughts always return to my childhood and my parents, grandparents, family.

Autumn was when we went and bought school supplies. I can't tell you how jacked I was to get school supplies. And I would spend hours arranging and rearranging notebooks and pencil holders and labeling things.

We would also go clothes shopping. New shoes, undergarments with pretty little bows and patterns and new outfits, just for school. I would do fashion shows for my family (not of the undergarments) and have them vote which outfit I should wear the first day of school. And that would change over and over and over, day by day until the first day finally arrived. And I would try these outfits on daily right up to that first day.

I loved to learn. I loved my teachers. I loved playing with the other kids. I still do--all those things.

I so miss my family. So much. Autumn is my very favorite time of year. But it is bittersweet now as I lost my momma in the autumn. HOw i ache to talk to her and my dad. So much. Ache. My grandparents. All those stories lost. All that wisdom gone.

Sorry, don't mean to be a bummer. They were good people. All of them. I was really blessed to be born to all those wonderful people.

thanks for listening.
 

skimom2

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I am a bit introspective today. We are having a gorgeous late summer, early autumn day. My thoughts always return to my childhood and my parents, grandparents, family.

Autumn was when we went and bought school supplies. I can't tell you how jacked I was to get school supplies. And I would spend hours arranging and rearranging notebooks and pencil holders and labeling things.

We would also go clothes shopping. New shoes, undergarments with pretty little bows and patterns and new outfits, just for school. I would do fashion shows for my family (not of the undergarments) and have them vote which outfit I should wear the first day of school. And that would change over and over and over, day by day until the first day finally arrived. And I would try these outfits on daily right up to that first day.

I loved to learn. I loved my teachers. I loved playing with the other kids. I still do--all those things.

I so miss my family. So much. Autumn is my very favorite time of year. But it is bittersweet now as I lost my momma in the autumn. HOw i ache to talk to her and my dad. So much. Ache. My grandparents. All those stories lost. All that wisdom gone.

Sorry, don't mean to be a bummer. They were good people. All of them. I was really blessed to be born to all those wonderful people.

thanks for listening.
Thoughtful and beautiful, DJ. It wasn't a bummer--Autumn is a time for aches of various sorts.
 

Neesy

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I am a bit introspective today. We are having a gorgeous late summer, early autumn day. My thoughts always return to my childhood and my parents, grandparents, family.

Autumn was when we went and bought school supplies. I can't tell you how jacked I was to get school supplies. And I would spend hours arranging and rearranging notebooks and pencil holders and labeling things.

We would also go clothes shopping. New shoes, undergarments with pretty little bows and patterns and new outfits, just for school. I would do fashion shows for my family (not of the undergarments) and have them vote which outfit I should wear the first day of school. And that would change over and over and over, day by day until the first day finally arrived. And I would try these outfits on daily right up to that first day.

I loved to learn. I loved my teachers. I loved playing with the other kids. I still do--all those things.

I so miss my family. So much. Autumn is my very favorite time of year. But it is bittersweet now as I lost my momma in the autumn. HOw i ache to talk to her and my dad. So much. Ache. My grandparents. All those stories lost. All that wisdom gone.

Sorry, don't mean to be a bummer. They were good people. All of them. I was really blessed to be born to all those wonderful people.

thanks for listening.
Aww (((dana))) - that made me tear up a little bit
 
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