Anthony Lane turns hard-line Marxist, thanks to Sex and the City. Don't you love the guy?
And while we are on the topic, amusing stuff from moi's workplace. So sometime last week we all got very pink e-mails from the the people responsible for the office's social calendar (i.e. the four women in Operations) inviting us all for dinner and movie night next Tuesday. Needless to say, I ignored it until one of the four women caught me at the water-cooler on Thursday.
"You haven't signed up for the movie night yet?"
"No, I can't actually. I have people visiting from out of town" Obviously I didn't want to hurt her feelings.
"That's a shame"
"Maybe you can just come for dinner"
"That's not a bad idea"
"We were just going to send out an e-mail asking for people to sign-up just for dinner. Almost all the men are complaining that they don't want to see the movie but they would like to come for dinner. You know how men hate Sex and the City?"
"Hmm. Have they all signed up though?"
"Yes, most of them have. But it is only because they didn't have a choice about the movie. We are going to send out an e-mail now, so I reckon the numbers for the movie would come down"
"I doubt it"
"Yeah, I am up for dinner. Do sign me up for that. And let me know how many men switch to just dinner"
I talked to her again last night at the pub. Number of men who changed their minds: Zero. Now they are saying that they are going to watch the movie so that they can make fun of the women watching the movie. Go figure.