As I drown in Victorian autobiographies and pedagogical theory, wondering whether I'll ever get poor Aimee and Gregory into the sack or will leave them stranded in perpetual sexual frustration for the rest of their fictional lives, I always make time for the important things in life: outrageously funny parodies of Harlequin Presents novels.
Those of you who have not had the pleasure of reading The Unfeasibly Tall Greek Billionaire's Blackmailed Martyr-Complex Mistress Bride on Tumperkin's blog are in for a treat. The rest of you who read it when it was written--round-robin style by several contributors--some months ago should give it another look. Jokes about the global hummus industry, Molly Ordinary's consternation-provoking nipple hardening, and lines like "You slut! Why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?" never go out of style.
I'll now be returning to my regularly scheduled rounds of reading, not writing enough, and freaking out about the election.
Many thanks to Kate D. for sprucing up the joint around here. Aren't the polka dots divine?
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4 comments:
that is unbelievably amazing.
As a Blackmailed Martyr-Complex Mistress Bride, I take offense that someone might parody my dire situation.
P.S. I loved the line about her eyes shining like pork chops.
But is your blackmailing intended a captain--nay, admiral!--of the global hummus industry?
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