October 25th, 2010 at 5:22 pm
“If you’re not sure you could love your children, please don’t have them, because they might grow up and kill us.” – John Waters, from the chapter “Bookworm” in Role Models
But you’re probably wondering, who the hell are John Waters’ role models?
Johnny Mathis, an imprisoned Manson girl, the colorful characters of Baltimore’s dive bars, Little Richard, and outside pornographers like the “Mexican American man who has blown hundreds and hundreds of really cute Marines and lived to tell about it. The Almodovar of Anuses, the Bunuel of Blow Jobs, the Jodorowsky of Jerking Off.”
Waters’ essay-cum-memoir is impulsively readable, funny, and I enjoyed it immensely. My only regret was that I did not wait for an opportunity to enjoy the spoken version. The great treasure/pleasure of the read was imagining the sound of Waters’ voice. I love it so.
How could anyone resist someone with this to say: “Is anything better than waking up after a late-night read and diving right back into the plot before you even get out of bed to brush your teeth?”
Before even brushing your teeth?!?!?!?
They don’t call him the Pope of Filth for nothing.