I don't have a shrink, so today it's your turn, dear readers, to help me understand why I do a certain behavior once a week while riding on the CTA.
Ripped from the pages of True Confessions: I try to hide the fact that I'm reading Savage Love.
OK, so I accomplished the first step in some new 12 Step program by admitting that I have a CTA-related problem.
But hey, maybe you try to hide it too?
Like the other day, a nice-looking older lady, maybe 70-something, sat next to me as I tried to read Dan Savage's sex advice column in the Chicago Reader.
And I found myself covering with my left hand this pull-out teaser line for the column blaring in 30-point type:
"Regarding that letter about a dog eating that Nutella off a woman's pu**y . . . "
I just can't bear to think about someone who could be my mother looking over my shoulder at that kind of reading material. So call me a twisted puritan.
But why should I be embarrassed? After all, we are all sexual creatures, right? And some of my friends have told me the only reason they pick up the Reader is to read Savage Love.
So, dear readers, what am I to do? Should I feel bad about letting my CTA neighbors know I read Savage Love?
And do you do the same, hiding some reading or other behavior? About what?


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