The second I was old enough to know what sex was, I knew I wanted to have a one-night stand. To me, it seemed the most deviant, cool, subversive, and flat-out dirty thing there was. I wanted to do it immediately. Largely because I had no idea what it entailed. I figured a one-night stand happened when two people, one of whom was a woman, went to a man’s apartment for martinis and stood on the bed the entire time, trying not to spill them. Sometimes they bounced on the bed until they hit their heads on the ceiling, and that’s how the girl (a) passed out or (b) knew it was time to go home.
From “One-Night Bounce” ~~ an essay by Sloane Crosley
I mostly read about war and grief and fear and suffering. As my daughter might say, “I need a new book, but can you please recommend something not about slavery or the holocaust?”
The girl has a point. In honor of The Atlantic‘s list of the funniest essayists, here’s one of my favorites. (okay, one of my favorites not by David Sedaris)
What do you read when you leave your comfort zone?