Paul Ford’s take on dating and mating among the NYC elites, with a Beckian version of “Sex and the City”:
1: I doubt I am fecund.
2: I have eaten so little.
3: Where are the men?
1: There are no men.
2: I will pay a woman $40 to caress and decorate my toes with varnish. I will wear shoes that cost more than the weekly wages of a restaurant worker, with tips.
3: What kind of tips?
2: Not on the shoes, for the restaurant workers.
1: I am hungry. I will not marry.
2: Talk about the shoes.
3: The shoes!
Unison: Shoes.
Great stuff, not that this Weblog has any brief with NYC, heavens no. Really. Cam, Vicki, Teresa, Patrick, Anil, and the rest of you can put down those pitchforks and torches.
