If you remember THIS POST from March, you already know that I have much love for David Sedaris. I read his latest New Yorker column today on undecided voters and somehow my feelings for him grew exponentially. As usual, he has a beautiful way of summing things up with ugly (though accurate) imagery:
To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of sh*t with bits of broken glass in it?”
To be undecided in THIS election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
Read the rest of the article HERE.
*I'm not really voting Sedaris for President. He does get my vote as genius wordsmith, though.
5 comments:
I love him.
Oh, I'm off to read. I just finished a book by Chelsea Handler and thought of you the whole time I was reading it.
It's kind of like Sedaris in a skirt. Totally recommend it.
So crazy that you posted this up today, I just saw him last night. I laughed my ass off. He shared this same story! He's great!
Lindsey went and saw him...I stayed home. Also, I ate a Hamburger that night. So it wasn't the chicken or the glass parfait. What does that mean?
You do realize that you and Melisa fueled my book obsession by introducing me to his writing???
I'll tell the hubby to direct his complaints for my lack of attention towards him here :)
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