revenge at its best?

Sophie Calle has filled the French pavilion of the Venice Biennale with a praised exhibition about her emailed dumping letter. Over two years, she distributed the missive to 107 women professionals, photographed them reading it and invited them to analyse it, according to their job. The ex's grammar and syntax have been torn apart by a copy editor, his manners rubbished by an etiquette consultant and his lines pored over by Talmudic scholars. He has been reordered by a crossword-setter, evaluated by a judge, shot up by a markswoman, second-guessed by a chess player and performed by the actress Jeanne Moreau. A forensic psychiatrist decided he was a "twisted manipulator". The temple to a woman scorned is entitled Take Care of Yourself (Prenez soin de vois), immortalising lines that Calle, if she hadn't had recourse to the international art world, might have read again and again in tears.

Cereal Offences

Kate: This pie is rather good. Except for the crunchy bits, which i hope aren't meat.
Me: No, it's Weet-Bix
Kate: what????
Me: You put it on shepherd's pie. And tuna mornay. Pretty much any casserole. Weet-Bix and cheese on top of a shepherds pie- makes a lovely crust.
Kate: You know, i don't think that sentence has ever been uttered before.
Me: yes it has, my mother said so!
Kate: People think I'm weird, because i eat them dry with vegemite and butter... I don't put them in a bloody casserole! *huffs off to get desert*

*Amy sidles up next to Tess*

Me: Tess, you put Weet-Bix in casseroles, don't you?
Tess: NO!!! Why would i EVER do that?
Me: *downcast* because it makes them crunchy?
Reena: What EVIL GREMLIN inspired THAT thought?
Me: my mother?

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I had no idea weet-bix was such a touchy subject...

ed: apparently Reena said INTERNAL GREMLIN. but my version sounds better