The Girl Can't Help It.

You would not know it from looking at me but, at my core, I am a troglodyte. Most of us have a little Neanderthal DNA in them. Such is the human family. We are all God’s children.

When I first taking my laptop out in public, typing away, essentially making every bar room my office [this was over 30 years ago], people were amazed at what they were seeing. It was liking showing fire to cavemen. It is only since I have moved to New Orleans that I have started hanging out in classy places.

Nowadays, a laptop is nothing to notice. Back then, there were no smart phones. Those were the days.

I have been blogging for years, just about every day. —And then more so, day after day in a rarely interrupted chain, like sands in an hourglass.

I do not write things down to remember them later. I write them down to remember them now. Every day is a butterfly to be pinned before it flutters away.

I think this is what I have in common with The Girl Can’t Help It.

I am talking about the Girl Can’t Help It who is a writer, not the thrift store that moved from London to California.

I have gotten some new subscribers recently. They are paid subscribers, the best kind. I usually do not pay too much attention but so many so quickly is noteworthy so I took a look. It was a veritable flurry. What they all have in common is that they all follow The Girl Can’t Help It on Substack. I think she pointed people in my direction. The least I can do is point people in hers. I enjoy her work.

I am not shilling here. I have been meaning to give her a shout out since September 17, 2023. Who knows why? There is something about her work that I enjoy.

Just breathe.

I have been trying to figure out how to contact her, but like an old man on a computer, I cannot figure out how. 30 years have passed and I have become that long-ago caveman from another time. The future is always unkind to dinosaurs. I hate to learn new things. This is why I am writing this now.

This is my tip of the fedora in The Girl Can’t Help It’s direction.

Aside from the fact that The Girl Can’t Help is from Long Island and I am from the other side of Long Island Sound, originally, she and I have very different intentions in our writing. Or do we?

If I am more introspective and self-revealing than usual today, blame it on The Girl Can’t Help It. We cover different territory but our methods are similar. Her writing grows on me with every installment.

As I always say about New Orleans Lunch, “Try it, you’ll like it.” Take a gander at The Girl Can’t Help It and see what you think. Unlike your humble narrator, The Girl Can’t Help It will not bombard your inbox almost every day.

Now, I am going to duck behind the paywall.