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Breakup Girl presents:
Me? Still no plans for the 31st. (You still think I'm kidding.) Relax,
thinking, didn't you see the recent Time magazine cover story, BG? It's
all about The Simple New Year's Eve -- how everyone's saying no to the hype
and opting for a quiet, meaningful evening.
So first the fete just had to be schmaltzy and...sphinxy. Now it has
to be meaningful?
(While I'm on the subject, just a side note to "creatives" at ad
agencies: Y2K Hype and "Over the Y2K Hype!" Hype are the same
Blair Witch parody parodies. How
many "post"s do we need to put before "-modern" now?)
In any case, I'm Y2K-ready in all other ways. Or getting there. I mean, when
do I not have extra cans of bisque and Cafe Bustelo in the pantry? (And,
of course, this site has always been Made With a Mac.) But I'm also
the next couple of weeks -- especially as we labor in the bunker to build the
soon-to-come breakupgirl 3.0! -- I'm devoting
the next couple of weeks to the opposite of hoarding: eschewing my usual
opening themes in this column so as to get right to as many of your letters
as possible. I mean, you think all those computers have dating
I've got to fix all of yours, pronto!
So start stockpiling Clif bars and Evian and maybe even printing these
out for safekeeping. Just think: next year, Kevin
Costner may have to deliver them directly to your door.
[I know the letters are all from women this week. Just the way things
down. It doesn't "mean" anything. -- BG]
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