Facing the prospect of soon becoming a minority, I've spent more and more time studying the ways of the people on the island of Great Britain - and what better way to do that than to get my Wilde on. I think The Importance of Being Earnest has taught me all I need to know about the British. For instance, they never devour tea-muffins in an agitated manner, lest they get butter on their cuffs (good to know if ever I feel offended or upset just before I sit down to tea), also they seem to think that marriage between first cousins is perfectly acceptable (Jack and Gwendolen - what to the hell? This ain't Iran)
To appease the younger crowd - mere seventeen year olds are recruited to the universities in that rainy country; again, what the hell man - I am soon going to devote my time off to Stephanie Meyer's trilogy about that vampire who hit the screen not long ago. Appearantly, women my age read it too. Expectations are sky-high now that most females seem to regard it as the new Bible. I know I read the second book in the series when I was around 14 and was only mildly impressed, but hey, can't blame my adolescent self for not realizing it would become such a huge hit as soon as Robert Pattison decided not to comb his hair. Fag!