I love The Anchoress, her writing, her humor, her mind, just her whole darn shebang. Plus, lately, I have to say I’m loving her raging schoolgirl obsession with Welsh baritone Bryn Terfel. It’s hysterical. You could click on over there of a day and read insightful political analyses, deep spiritual challenges, and then, in the midst of it, a gushing geyser: hehehe, oh, Bryn! Frankly, I love Bryn BECAUSE she loves him and I don’t know anything about him.
The other day, the obsession reached new heights as she confessed to buying a keychain from an official Bryn fan site:
I’m kind of creeping myself out. I’m like some craven little deviate, a shrunken housebound type, a milquetoast too shy to ever actually do what other fans do – you know, buy a ticket and see a show and stand at the stage door, etc. No, I’m more like buck-toothed little Renfield, scurrying about in the shadows in service of my seductively-voiced master…..except that I’m not buck-toothed, I haven’t scurried in years and The Terfel is in all likelihood not a blood-sucking vampire ….
Ah, well…one more artifact for my husband to toss onto my flaming Viking death pyre before he moves on!
Now she’s buying a teacup, too. But who am I to point fingers? I’m currently in love with a cerebral-palsied standup comedian.
Long live obsession!