The other day, while browsing through my library’s awesome graphic novel collection, I happened upon Liz Prince’s Alone Forever: The Singles Collection.
It’s weird that I hadn’t heard of Liz Prince before, since I’m into comics and sadly often on the dating scene.
This collection is a quick read; it’s also funny and familiar, from the wild things our minds do when we first crush on someone, to the judgmental ways we read each others’ OKC profiles.
Reading this also answered a question for me.
In the last few years, it’s been hard to find a guy without a beard (I can deal with trimmed ones, but those bushy ones turn me SO off–I think it’s because that beard signaled, in my Southern childhood, a redneck/racist/civil war obsessed guy.)
Someone must like guys with beards, I’ve been thinking to myself. Who?
They couldn’t all have them if someone didn’t want that.
It’s Liz. Liz wants that.
