Illustrations by Jaimee Haddad
I’ve been counting down to Valentine’s Day because I'm going to see Emerald Fennell’s “Wuthering Heights” tonight. It's not (entirely) about Jacob Ridiculously Attractive Elordi as Heathcliff.I grew up on gothic fiction, and Emily Brontë’s magnum opus blew my then unadulterated mind, wiring my desire for an all-consuming love.Many nights were spent envisioning the wild moors, the searing between Heathcliff and Catherine, the kind of intimacy that feels sealed off from everyone else, the carving of initials into stone.I could recite its most feverish lines by heart: “He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”Now, at my ripe age of 30 (flirty and thriving, they said), I’m trying to decipher whether Jamil on Bumble is using ChatGPT to text me — or if a date is just too much of a...
I’ve been counting down to Valentine’s Day because I'm going to see Emerald Fennell’s “Wuthering Heights” tonight. It's not (entirely) about Jacob Ridiculously Attractive Elordi as Heathcliff.I grew up on gothic fiction, and Emily Brontë’s magnum opus blew my then unadulterated mind, wiring my desire for an all-consuming love.Many nights were spent envisioning the wild moors, the searing between Heathcliff and Catherine, the kind of intimacy that feels sealed off from everyone else, the carving of initials into stone.I could recite its most feverish lines by heart: “He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”Now, at my ripe age of 30 (flirty and thriving, they said), I’m trying to decipher whether Jamil on Bumble is using ChatGPT to text me — or if a date is just...
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