Our New Cultural Elite?
From today's NY Daily News:
It was a Wednesday night at Cottage, a restaurant off of Union Square, and a preppie 25-year-old woman was giving six of her girlfriends an in-depth lesson on oral sex.
The occasion? A meeting of her book club.
These days, "book club" is more like code for girly gab session than a meeting of the Algonquin Round Table.
"It's great that we oftentimes get off our slated topic of discussion and talk about things of a more racy nature, because if you can't talk about it with your girlfriends, then who can you talk to?" says Jen Bolt, 28, whose all-female book club was meeting that night.
[...]"We generally end up talking about everything from sex and relationships to world events, and then we tie in our own personal anecdotes to segue back to the book we chose to read for that month."
The book that night at Cottage?
"Night," by Elie Wiesel, a memoir describing his Holocaust experiences.
Too bad the article spares us that fallatio-crematorium "segue."
To the offended, please send your outraged letters to "Jen" c/o Cottage, New York, NY.Or to CBS's "Tuesday Night Book Club"--the best (worst?) thing to happen to the publishing industry since Oprah.
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