You Think It, I'll Say It

by Curtis Sittenfeld

(It’s not that she’s unaware that she’s an elitist asshole. She’s aware! She’s just powerless not to be one.

Despite the location of its origins, it had been a happiness wholly unattached to her children; it had been a grown-up happiness.

I am filled with gratitude at the astonishing fact of being married to someone I enjoy talking to, someone with whom I can’t imagine ever running out of things to say.

I’m relieved to have aged out of that visceral sense that my primary obligation is to be pretty, relieved to work at a job that allows me to feel useful.

I do avoid bread and sugar. It’s when I’m eating with others, most frequently with Mark’s family, that I relent, more as a matter of politeness than indulgence.

‘Television is a medium because it’s neither rare nor well-done.’ Isn’t that how that saying goes?”

I still can’t order a thirty-dollar entrée without thinking, Holy shit, thirty dollars for an entrée?

This made Kirsten feel such rage at Lucy that it was almost like lust.

“I don’t blame you for not finding me exciting,” Kirsten says. “Why would you?” “We have full-time jobs and young kids,” Casey says. “This is what this stage is like.”

That was what I didn’t understand, how people made the leap from not mattering in each other’s lives to mattering.

with kids, you didn’t get points just for trying.