![]() ![]() ![]() First of all, there's the sheer brutality of it-nothing like Love to give a swift, cynical kick in the crotch. ![]() I love this passage, for several reasons. Not everybody deserves love all the time. ![]() Greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that there might be something more worthy of love than us, more worthy of worship. He was too fucked up to know how to love me." Now, how did that happen? What was it about this unlovable century that convinced us we were, despite everything, eminently lovable as people, as a species? What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some way? And particularly if they replace us with a god, or a weeping madonna, or the face of Christ in a ciabatta roll-then we call them crazy. You hear girls in the toilets of clubs saying, "Yeah, he fucked off and left me. It's a funny thing about the modern world. ![]()
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