I feel so dirty.

[d-m-c at worldnet.att.net]

At 11:30 PM 12/30/1998 -0500, you wrote:
>I must confess to you, my respected friends.  I was seduced by that bitch,
>Martha Stewart, in a K-mart tonight.  She lured me there with promises of
>really cheap, and pretty tasty lace, but once there, well I surrendered to
>base desire.
>I'm so ashamed.  And I've yet to pay.

This is why you really must read Judy on the production of desire.

Oh  Paula.  I know the feeling, well I'm anticipating knowing the feeling.
I'm moving to a brand spanking new place and in my hot little hands I have
a sum of money to spend on new furniture (well new used furniture) and Home
Decor since I sold nearly everything I own save for book shelves, filing
cabinets and an old victrola that I refinished.  I'm excited and scared all
in one contradictory bundle of confusion, shame, desire.