Friday, September 12, 2008
A reader (Nick Cohen) writes, 'Bryan, I can't stop thinking about Palin. Does that make me one of those perverts one reads so much about in the Sunday papers?'
Of course, I am not sure which Sunday newspapers you are talking about, but I assume you are referring to the political commentaries in the 'heavies' in which case you are, I'm afraid, a pervert and, if you have a shred of decency, you should sign the Political Offenders Register at once. But take heart, though your condition is both incurable and terminal, it is not serious. Many, perhaps most, people around the world suffer from the same affliction and seem to lead otherwise normal lives, restricting their Sarahphilia to no more than ten or twelve hours a day in front of the computer, lapping up Wired, Andrew Sullivan, Maureen Dowd, assorted feminists, Barack Obama, The Onion and a respectable slice of the 17 million Google results now generated by the Arctic Fox. You probably find yourself turning over and over in your mind intriguing details like the effect of Moose Killer on spectacle sales. I hope at least you have not sunk so low as to toy with your Photoshop. All I can suggest is that you eat your five portions of fruit and veg a day and set aside some 'Nick not Sarah time' in your local sensory deprivation chamber. But, if succumb you must, I hear the Agate Inn is quite nice. And, remember, I'm listening.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 7:24 am