Savage Love Re: Where the Gas Is Always Greener
posted by October 18 at 15:03 PMon
Dom is feeling guilty about hopping a cab from the airport—well, Dom, check out the car that just picked me up at the Boston airport.
Ben, the rep from the student group that brought me to Boston College for a talk this evening, was very apologetic. He called for a town car and they sent a stretch limo—complete with little twinkly lights on the roof the car and a wet bar stocked with champagne flutes, rocks glasses, and cut glass decanters. I felt like an ass crawling into this thing at the airport. I felt like a monster stepping out of it in front of the hotel near campus—in a progressive neighborhood full of students. There wasn’t a good spot to pull over so we literally had to stop traffic to get out—and once we were out we couldn’t make a clean getaway because Ben had to sign for the car. So we stood there, being glared at, feeling like we had just drowned a couple of polar bears with our bare hands.
We’re going to walk to the event tonight—which is at a Jesuit college. Ben told me on the way into the city that he wasn’t allowed to put the word “sex” on the poster (the original mockup described me as a “sex columnist”), and I got this in the mail yesterday: “Boston College requires that the artist be respectful of the Catholic and Jesuit nature of the University.” When I asked for a clarification, I was told, “Basically, they don’t want a speaker up there trashing Catholics.”
Wish me luck!