I’ve always loved the Leonard Cohen lyric about how he felt oppressed by the figures of beauty, even though it sounded like he had no issue landing the ladies, and most people I’ve talked to said Leonard could “get it” back in the day if the situation had come up. The song, “Chelsea Hotel No. 2,” is equally funny and bittersweet, his remembrances of Jan…
I Feel Less Bad About My Shoulder Hair
On Rodent Boys and Bohunks
