Ex Files

As gripping as this whole Gucci Gang flame war may be, I hardly think it merits long, inspired debates on the 'freedom of speech' and 'the right to privacy.' Please. Blogger Brian isn't threatening state security, nor are the targets of his fury exactly 'private' people. 

No, Brian is but another Disgruntled Ex (DE), who has channeled his bitterness into the nearest and dearest medium available: blogging.  He has proudly joined the long, cheerless list of teary DEs throughout history who found their Muse at the bottom an empty tub of ice cream. 

A short selection from the bitter reading list (Bit-Lit): 

What Rhymes with Bastard (2008)

Rien de grave (2004) by Justine Levy, whose husband left her for Carla Bruni. I'd be bitter too.

The Breakup Diaries (2003) by the lovely Maya Calica

Let's not forget Evelyn Waugh's A Handful of Dust (1934).  

 This  isn't satire. But it's trashy, fun, ruthless, and deserving of a whole list of adjectives that have yet to be invented.  That in itself might rank it pretty damn close to Art, but not much else

Waiting for my life to begin

'This time tomorrow where will we be?

On a spaceship somewhere sailing across an empty sea

This time tomorrow what will we know

Will we still be here watching an in-flight movie show?

I'll leave the sun behind me and watch the clouds

as they sadly pass me by'

- The Kinks (1970)