What Our Nightstands Say About Our Marriage
Okay, I admit it.
I did it.
I have been reading the Book Bench, the New Yorker’s book blog rather regularly.
But there was one piece that continually caught my eye–The Subconscious Shelf.
Simple enough premise: readers email in a photograph of their book shelf and the bloggers over at the New Yorker ‘analyze’ it for fun.
Seems like a lot less commitment than a tarot card reader in a strip mall, right? And a walk in the park next to couples therapy, dontcha think? So in a fit of brazen, spontaneous craziness, I thought: Why the hell not? I impulsively snapped two pictures of his and hers night stands and mailed that puppy in.
(Woops, Hon. Forgot to ask you…)
I chuckled at my computer. It seemed wonderfully distracting. And creative and even funny for those nutty New Yorker folks over there (these people are having fun, good god, let’s not discourage them!!) I also am not afraid to tell you that a week went by and I had rejection dejection, thinking: “dammit. they are not going to pick me.”
But they did! they did!
And the results are in!
Darn. I guess I have lost all individuality to my marriage. And apparently my identical night stands make me a nerdist conformist. And, yes, the awful truth…my spouse and I are in a terrible symmetry of cohabitation!!! Check it out.
Well, there really isn’t a his and hers book pile. And she’s right, the books do just go back and forth. But truly the most important part: (the New Yorker said it!) a marriage between readers is the happiest of marriage.
Hon? Please don’t worry, we are gonna make it….
And we can cancel that palm reading for Thursday, Sugar.
As they say on their blog:
Want your bookshelves analyzed? E-mail a photo with your name and location to firstname.lastname@example.org.
As they don’t say on their blog:
Don’t be a chicken.