Another phone call from Donna from her car again today. Max is upsetting her, as he’s still spending his evenings lounging on his front veranda, drinking wine and laughing with some well-made girl or other. I know, Donna, you’ve told me before. Get over it. I told her he was probably trying to make her jealous, but I don’t think she bought it, and she’s probably right. I think Max may really be having a good time. Donna is obsessed by the situation. I wish she’d obsess about the same things the rest of us do, like the great times our friends are having on Facebook.
Speaking of Facebook, I keep getting these Friend suggestions. They’re nearly always of some young woman displaying endless selfies of herself with other young women, all posing provocatively or pulling ridiculous faces. Don’t they have any male friends? Don’t they have anything more substantial to give to the world or think about other than how they look? They all seem so self-absorbed, superficial and useless. I think Cindy Lauper might be right. Is this the result of Stuart’s Fun Fems’ activities? Anyway, I decline the invitations.