![]() ![]() But I justified it by supposing that I could create a different sort of advice column, both irreverent and brutally honest. Handing yourself a job as an advice columnist is a pretty arrogant thing to do, which is par for my particular course. It will be enough to note that Dear Sugar Butt was shortened, mercifully, to Dear Sugar. I will not belabor the goofy homoeroticism that would lead to such an endearment. My contribution was an advice column, which I suggested we call Dear Sugar Butt, after the endearment Stephen and I had taken to using in our email correspondence. ![]() Being a writer himself, and therefore impoverished, Stephen prevailed upon his likewise impoverished writer friends to help.Īnd we, his friends, all said yes, because we love Stephen and because (if I may speak for the group) we were all desperate for a noble-seeming distraction. He had this idea for a website, which sounds pretty awful, I admit, except that his idea was really to build an online community around literature, called The Rumpus. Long ago, before there was a Sugar, there was Stephen Elliott. I Was Sugar Once: Lessons in Radical Empathy ![]()
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