The Lady is a Tramp

Me: I really am starting to despise discussions about “what is art” or “what art is” or “what art isn’t”…all the pretense makes me a little nauseous.

Paul: So, when people have those discussions what do you do? You’re “educated” …you could chime in.

Me: i no longer have the desire to prove that I’m a classy, worldly dame. It’s never gotten me anywhere.

Paul: Oh, but you could prove to the exclusive men in such exclusive intellectuals that you’re desirable. That they’d be lucky to have a lady like you on their shoulder.

Me: Or I could shut up and silently imagine what men that pretentious and self-centered are going to look like when they’re 89 years old and they have no companionship aside from the live-in health assistant. (Pause) I’ll probably find more joy in that.

Paul: You’re really a quite a horrible person.