I'm a woman who talks a good game. I probe acquaintances for specifics of their sex lives, I request details of every gross surgery or open wound, and I'll approach complete strangers to ask them where they got their highlights. But last night at the MAC store, I simply refused to ask the saleswoman for my favorite lip gloss by name, and instead pointed at my empty tube and grunted. Because apparently saying the word "nymphette" in an open forum offends my delicate, reserved sensibilities. My mother will be most encouraged by this development.
April 23, 2008