“Can’t you just share whatever you want? Watch it go viral — however foul or nasty — however lewd or rude?”
You mean, like in other parts of the world, where neighbors are bashing neighbors and the news has gone amok, spewing whatever it takes to hike up their ratings as they leave nations in their wake believing in lies and promoting hate?
Like a sexy new friend, you mesmerized me. You were the answer to all that was missing in my life. I could rely upon you for everything between laundry detergent to a 7 star hotel.
Cruising through streets and neighborhoods that we once loved reminiscing as we navigate our way through our own history. It’s about a trip down memory lane and fond memories. It’s about putting your hands on the wheel and feeling something familiar that grounds us to our past. Don’t take it personally, it’s not about you. It’s all about us.
For many women, it is extremely confusing. I remember when I first arrived staring with dropped jaw at the naughty nurse uniform and the stick on pasties in the front window of the Fredrick’s of Hollywood store. Fredrick’s is definitely a little risqué even for the United States.
So I am in the car with Enrico and some SH%&T IS GOING DOWN! And that SH%&T is us! We are going down a sand dune the size of the freaking Tetons in Colorado. And my eyes are super glued shut and I would’ve been okay if it weren’t for the Italian in the back seat.