The Claddagh
Is it possible to hate and love someone at the same time? Because that’s what I’m feeling right now about Mr. and Mrs. P. Hewson. Read the Vogue article if you dare suffer a stroke. They’re so fucking perfect! The clincher’s when Bono/ Bastard/ God says, “See, the thing about us, is that we like each other. It’s almost the biggest thing you can say.” And then she/ Bitch/ Heroine says, “Yes.” I hate and love them.
He was wearing a Claddagh ring when I saw him in the flesh in 1999. He was still hanging on to his 30s then. Damn/ Bless him. I wear a Claddagh ring only because it reminds me of something. I wear it the right way though I’m not married. A doc asked me about it the other day. He kept needling me about what it meant if turned upside down/ right side up. Daft, blind fucker! At least no one asked me about who my better half was. I didn’t want to have to explain myself why I can’t wear it the way that matches my marital situation, my need to not have things askew or upside down for any reason whatsoever, even if it means breaking an Irish tradition. I’m not Irish. At all. But they use the Roman calendar among other things in Ireland. That’s my justification.
Back to the Hewson Nauseatingly Perfect Couple. I do, when I choose to think about things, admire them and how they’ve kept it together for so long. But reading an article like this, I can’t help but feel like it’s a thorn in my side.
Now back to looking at the rest of Vogue and the bunch of Italian clothes I’ll never be able to afford…
Posted on February 22nd, 2005 under Life, Rant • 
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