Fight Club Friday: Little life lessons from loveable Aunt Marla

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Friday night’s all right for fighting.

Fight Club Friday: The course of true love did never run smooth

Boy meets girl. Boy fucks girl in guise of self he wishes he could be, then forgets.

Story as old as a time.

Fight Club Friday: It Happens, the shit that came out of Marla’s mouth edition

Oh, hey: how’s the judging, Judgey Judgewell?

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Look. In Marla's defense. We ladies? Sometimes we just say things and aren’t so much aware of what those things are, such like any person might do after getting banged like a screen door in a hurricane. It Happens.

Fight Club Friday: Destroying something beautiful

Painting by Danae8 on the d.a.

You take lymphoma and tuberculosis —

No, you take tuberculosis. My smoking does not go over at all.

Destroying something beautiful: sometimes Marla feels like doing it, too. I can say I mean to quit smoking cigarettes, I can say I know I should, I can say I don’t know how, and that everyone should have a vice and I’m banking on them discovering a cure for cancer by the time I get it, and a million other excuses or clever deflections, but it’s all lies, and worst of all to myself. I just don’t want to. I’m not ready.

So I guess that’s what I’ll tell my lungs when they decide to try and fail me, too. Sorry, guys — I wasn’t ready to quit.

Fight Club Friday: the Calvin and Hobbes connection

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Picture this: a hyper, self-absorbed child initially concocts an imaginary friend as the ideal playmate, to whom more realistic qualities soon become attributed. This phantasm becomes a completely separate personality, with his own likes, dislikes, temperament — and the imaginer and the imagined clash and argue constantly, though remaining fast friends.

(Chow, Galvin P. “Fight Club: the Return of Hobbes.” March 11, 2001.)

Marla Singer = Susie Derkins, who Calvin hates and Hobbes sends valentines.

Daaannnnng.

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Fight Club Friday: Enter Marla

Better check her, dude. It’s the only way to be sure.