![]() ![]() My parents weren’t cheap, exactly, but they didn’t locate status in commodities - my mother once told me that driving a luxury car was like giving the finger to all the poor people in the world - and they believed in work. Though my family was solidly middle-class, my classmates often assumed I was poor because I wore discount shoes and generic brand clothes all through grade school, until I switched to thrift stores as a teen. ![]() For many years - sometimes implicitly and sometimes explicitly - seducing people was my job.īoth my parents grew up working-class, sometimes working-poor, and I was raised with an ethos of scarcity - we wasted nothing, ate down to the rind of everything and tried not to buy anything on credit. As we watch our meals arrive I ponder this, and something clicks. ![]() Whereas I can do it on command, as if it were my job. But my friend is also a woman, and she can’t emit the smoldering atmosphere to reel someone in. There is, of course, the mere fact of my being a woman, which means I have been consuming lessons in seduction my whole life from movies and TV. I think of myself as someone who has always known how to do this - an intuitive seducer - but my friend’s question invited me to reconsider the origins of the impulse. “Whoa,” she said, “careful where you point that!” She looked at me in wonder, and I felt both proud and embarrassed. ![]()
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