Katie Dowd > Recent Status Updates

haven’t read a book this stressful since Days Without End, good lord

told one of my cishet guy coworkers that it’s clear Alice Winn is a Dick Winters/Lewis Nixon shipper (complimentary) and he said “we’re all winnix shippers, some of us just figure it out sooner than others” #TruthNuke

at this point I’ve read so much 20th century French lit that I find it kind of charming that 17% of all their characters are sex criminals

the phrase “high church of baseball” solidified my take that baseball is the most Episcopalian sport

I want to pitch a miniseries to HBO about the friendship between Christy Mathewson and John McGraw (and the hijinks and exploits of the 1900s Giants) with “imagine Dick Winters and Lewis Nixon if they were 78% less in love with each other” as the selling point

choose your fighter: the superintendent of the New York State Lunatic Asylum saying in the 1890s that baseball “gives the lunatics a new kind of crazing to relieve them of the malady which afflicts their minds” vs. my therapist saying to me last month, “for the sake of your health you need to give up on the Mets and get a girlfriend”

the narrator has the same paranoid, apocalyptic tone as the average mets fan in june

really identify with maskelyne being like “mason please let me do your birth chart, I want to see if you and dixon are boyfriends”

“I love reading on my commute!” they say, as if they don’t start crying every three pages in front of everyone on the Q train

reading this while watching band of brothers is a lot of fun because I’m just like, I love my pathetic traumatized alcoholic blorbos jake barnes and lewis nixon. my special sad boys

love to sit on the subway highlighting every fourth paragraph and crying