Every week, I look forward to the Modern Love column in Sunday Styles because I'm secretly bulimic and it's the only thing that works 100% of the time. This week's, Two Men, Baby on the Way and Me by Rebecca Eckler is no exception. Before I even opened the paper I had two emails about it in my inbox (thanks Julie S. and Andrew R.) On the surface, it seems like just your average TMI Modern Love column, with the requisite bad writing and the uncomfortable ease of imagining the original pitch ("I fell in love with a guy while I was knocked up by my fiance, and I have a new book coming out! It's my personal private business that I should probably hold close, but I'll give it up to be in the New York Times! Also, maybe it's a trend!"). But buried in the penultimate paragraph, nearly two years after the events of the essay, is its raison d'etre:
"The fiance and I have struggled too. We have not married. We have not regained that clarity."
Oooooh. Okay. She wrote the thing to get her fiance to marry her. I get it. How sad. And, come to think of it, this isn't the first time I've read a Modern Love essay and thought "She just wrote that to get the guy to pay attention to her. How sad."
Can't she just get a blog like everyone else? OtherGuysLikeMeSoMarryMeAlready.blogspot.com appears to be open.
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