I like her sloppy. While her well-groomed — in other words, square — classmates were listening to Pat Boone and Patti Page, she was at the local jazz club, groovin' to Miles
, Monk and Coltrane
. While her classmates were struggling to make it through an issue of Reader's Digest
, she was the only woman on campus who can freely quote Henry Miller. She may be sloppy, but she fits deeply into my idea of paradise. Servo's argument:
I like her clean, 'cause it just shows that she wants to change the system from within. Sure she's a seething cauldron of passion, but she wears clean underpants, and she knows where her shirt is in the morning. Call her what you will — a Scoop Jackson democrat or a Jacob Javits republican — either way, she's the stuff that dreams are made of. Joel's verdict:
Both of these issues are complex, and there are no easy answers, but Crow's right.