I came across a review of The Game Plan in Seattle’s The Stranger (perhaps the best free paper I’ve ever read by the way) by Lindy West.
“Sorry, annoying child,” he tells her, “I cannot care for you. You see, I am a man, and my apartment is full to capacity with trophies, catchphrases, megabucks, protein shakes, wet muscles, and my penis.”
After almost peeing myself, I perused The Stranger’s archives and found some other gems by her. I wish she had a website where I could find more of her writing.
