who the hell julia fox is i have no idea, i haven’t bought any of her products or clicked on anything about her before, but when the times told me that she licked the inside of her boyfriend’s nostrils to find out if he was lying about taking cocaine (if her tongue went numb she knew he had) such is her commitment to finding out the truth — i had to know more.

and now i also have a splendid new addition to my collection of reasons/explanations by women of why they are not in therapy :

Most of the blips in Fox’s life have been dealt with via a rigorous programme of denial. When she talks about her problems with men — specifically her pattern of choosing abusers — she says: “I could go to therapy and unpack it, but I don’t have the time to do that. I’d rather just swear off ’em.” This is her mode of living — “I just brush everything off” — and she sticks to it.

if you were teaching a class on psychoanalytic reading you could ask the students to list three things they noticed in this interview with julia and the extract from her forthcoming memoir.

the world just keeps on giving and giving and i sometimes think i am destined to die one day from paroxysms of wonderment for everything in it, but the way humans think and feel about their lives and what they say about it, is the most awe-inspiring of all.