{"id":4091,"date":"2005-12-27T14:09:56","date_gmt":"2005-12-27T19:09:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4091"},"modified":"2022-10-09T21:49:44","modified_gmt":"2022-10-10T01:49:44","slug":"singles-night-with-monocled-gadabouts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4091","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Singles night&#8221; with monocled gadabouts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.timesonline.co.uk\/printFriendly\/0,,1-7-1937189-1461,00.html\">A VERY funny piece about a &#8220;singles night&#8221; hosted by the <i>London Review of Books<\/i>.  <\/a><\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been reading the personal ads in <i>London Review of Books<\/i> for years.  Not because I am scoping out a mate &#8211; but because they are so fascinating and frequently they are laugh-out-loud funny.  Awesome reading.  This is another thing I have to thank the doppelganger for.  He is the one responsible for getting me hooked onto these blasted things.  They do have a cult following &#8211; and in my opinion, rightly so.  Funnier personal ads you will never see.<\/p>\n<p>The piece above describes the charm of them perfectly:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Instead of dreary, acronym-filled attempts to impress with physical perfection or accommodating personalities, the ads are a riot of exuberant wit, messy emotion, lacerating self-knowledge and thwarted lust. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>So true.  That&#8217;s what makes them so funny.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s an example of one:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Monocled, plaid-festooned gadabout, out of place in any relationship, or century. Please help me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>&#8220;gadabout&#8221;.  hahahahaha<\/p>\n<p>Another example of one from the article:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Unemployable choreographer and amateur harpist (M, 62) seeks recovering alcoholic with feeble mind. Own tap shoes an advantage.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I&#8217;m telling you.  These personal ads are addictive.  &#8220;seeks recovering alcoholic with feeble mind&#8221;.  BWAHAHAHAHA<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Must enjoy beards and harbour contempt for any music that isn\u0092t Belgian jazz<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>heh heh heh<\/p>\n<p>None of this high self-esteem crap, invented by America in the 1970s or whatever, which I believe is responsible for the decline of manners and general social standards of behavior &#8211; as well as the overwhelming TIRESOMENESS of 90% of the population.  It&#8217;s like everyone you talk to thinks they&#8217;re funny, thinks they&#8217;re fabulous, thinks their shit don&#8217;t stink &#8211; and sometimes I feel like saying: who the HELL has been lying to you for 20 years?? Everyone&#8217;s walking around feeling good about themselves WHEN THEY HAVE NO REASON TO.  This is one of the main fascinations with the beginning rounds of <i>American Idol<\/i> auditions &#8211; and how these horrible singers are truly shocked that they are not Pavorotti &#8211; and why Simon is such a breath of fresh air.  High self-esteem is HIGHLY overrated.  I bet Ted Bundy had great self-esteem, for example.<\/p>\n<p>(I&#8217;m not saying we all should walk around hating ourselves.  I&#8217;ve been there, I&#8217;ve done that &#8211; I&#8217;ve still got the scars.  Learning to love myself and learning to try to forgive myself for things I&#8217;ve done has been an essential part of growing up &#8211; and I&#8217;m still in process.  But the self-esteem craze nowadays seems to have more to do with LYING to yourself than being HONEST with yourself.  And that&#8217;s just not cool.)<\/p>\n<p>Back to the <i>London Review of Books<\/i> &#8211; another excerpt from the article:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Indeed, the instant affinity provided by literature is perhaps the secret of the column\u0092s matchmaking success: there have been at least two weddings through its pages \u0097 although one, unfortunately, has already ended in divorce. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Here&#8217;s a scene from the singles night party &#8211; beautiful!!:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Part of the fun of the evening was trying to guess who was who from the ads. Others seemed to be playing the game too: one woman was even clutching a copy of the current issue with various entries circled. I suspected a man wearing Elvis Presley glasses of being the \u0093deracinated Yank, ex-academic\u0094 after \u0093paint, polyphony, alliteration, and auto-eroticism\u0094 (he denied it); a wild-haired foppish fellow could well have been the \u0093 ex-superhero, now librarian (M, 31)\u0094 seeking \u0093solvent woman to 35 for Scrabble, real ale and spontaneous morphing\u0094 \u0097 although he would not reveal his secret. I am almost certain that I located the \u0093computer geek and amateur bio-mechanic (M, 32)\u0094 looking for a woman \u0093with knowledge of advanced humanoid circuit systems\u0094, and if I am correct then his dating techniques were as disastrous as his advert suggested they would be. \u0093What part of \u0091no\u0092 don\u0092t you understand?\u0094 I heard an artist from Finsbury Park plead. The varicose-veined 93-year-old eluded me. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Genius.  &#8220;real ale and spontaneous morphing&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The personals in <i>The London Review of Books<\/i> are more addicting than <a href=\"http:\/\/newyork.craigslist.org\/mis\/\">Missed Connections on Craig&#8217;s List!<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A VERY funny piece about a &#8220;singles night&#8221; hosted by the London Review of Books. I&#8217;ve been reading the personal ads in London Review of Books for years. 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