I've been thinking that being jobless could turn out to be its own kind of aphrodisiac...right? How hot to be so completely dependent upon the kindness of others that sexual demands are completely up for grabs. Someone has paid your rent and bought you (and more importantly, your offspring) the last two months worth of food that you have had. You could wash their underwear but they are the neatnik type and you are a slob. For fuck's sake, you have used underwear for potholders. You could cook but they eat at the best restaurants and you think mac'n cheese mixed with salsa or canned curry is gourmet extreme. You consider the ability to refrain from swearing in front of anyone over the age of 60 to be class personified.
