This essay was re-posted in the Huffington Post. In it, he manages to capture the linguistic hilarities that ensue when you combine a sarcastic, middle-aged French student with a snarky French teacher.
The questions were posed in jest, but skimming the comments told another story. The analogy of the dead fish is unforgettably insightful. Ephron does not tolerate despondency or morbidity, and I wonder what she would make of outlets publishing still-fresh tragedy-struck pieces written by hungry young writers today.
The title leaves no room for subtlety. At times her writing is all too relatable and elicits the type of embittered laugh that comes with a deep recognition of how messed up misogyny is.
I honestly think this could have been a think piece about a paper clip and it would have been as good a read, which is not any reflection on Mr.