My wife is laughing madly at the website of
a Personal Stylist.
‘Oh! Guess what?!’ she shrieks.
‘She’s… PASSIONATE!!!’
Okay, a bit of context:
this has been ongoing for several minutes,
and this – this latest comment – is the coup
de grace; a sparkly and ridiculous
tiara of a platitude which sits
among a plethora of similarly
over-enthusiastic, gushing statements
which she has read out loud to me, and which,
collectively, have brought about another bout
of manic, spousal laughter. So, she shrieks.
She shrieks at the potential consequences
of a stylist becoming passionate –
about her wardrobe. And it does,
I must admit, sound rather fetishistic.
I have a passion for your wardrobe!
Why?
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