To Covet An Erection
I admit it. Of all the commandments, the sin of coveting is at the top of my list. Multiple times a day, I want something that’s not mine. I look up, and there it is, right in front of me.
I’m not talking about the overblown wilds of social media. It offers all sorts of alternative lifestyles, fantasies, things I can’t afford to ever, EVER do or have.
My object of wanton want dangles above me. I see it every morning when I drag my lazy carcass out of bed earlier than I would like. I admire its lines every time I see it. Sometimes I even blow it a kiss.
Or several.
It’s an oversized photo of the Eiffel Tower, stretched on canvas. It belongs to my friend and landlord Kristin. AND I WANT IT.
Which is bizarre.
I don’t even like the Eiffel Tower. When I went to Paris, I skipped it. It always loomed there, on the skyline. Beckoning.
But, pastry and chocolate chaud and weird shoes and white shirts and the lunacy that I could learn to wear a scarf if only I studied enough Parisian women in the Tuileries: those things beckoned more. I waved to the tower from the train on the way into the city, miniature on the skyline. I can’t remember if I gave it a gesture of goodbye.
I am convinced that my lack of appreciation for the tower in real life is the cause of my covetous bile. This lovely image that I live with, I see it in my sleep. I now cannot imagine life without it.
And, it does not belong to me.
“Covetous bile” is a fine turn of phrase which I covet. I prefer miniature models of the tower to the real thing, but I don’t care very much for either:)
There are too many other interesting things to see there, if you ask me. That’s why it flummoxes me so that I like this image.
Oh My, you will get a few million search hits today… the word “covet” is just so interesting and mysterious. The lovely Miss TK and I once visited the Eiffel Tower on a one day whirlwind tour of Paris whilst on a cruise. We were scheduled to have a lunch there and we really didn’t think it would be anything special. Lo and behold, it turned out to be a lovely 5 course meal with all the wine one could drink in a two hour period, plus, we spent time on the Observation deck enjoying views of Paris. All in all, our low expectations were quite in error and we enjoyed our visit to the tower a great deal. The wine, of course, probably had nothing to do with it.
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Lou, a few million search hits would be so lovely…….I covet that.
Great image!
Thanks, Robert.
Absolutely no one does a hook like you!!!
Haha, Linda. Coming up with them is sometimes hard…….
Being raised catholic my Mom used to say…I wish I had (whatever it was) and they (whoever it was that had what she was coveting) had something better. She always felt that in wishing they had something better her coveting would be overlooked because she wasn’t taking something from them. Ha.
I also love “covetous bile” – what a visual.
That is a great way to look at coveting, Lori. It probably did make your Mom less jealous of others, because she always ended it with a positive thought. I like that.
Andra, I love your headlines and you are such a tease.
I try so hard.
“To covet an erection” … “My object of wanton want dangles above me. I see it every morning when I drag my lazy carcass out of bed earlier than I would like. I admire its lines every time I see it. Sometimes I even blow it a kiss.”
Um, yes. Sure…..
Guess I have just fallen prey to your lustful use of language.
Isn’t coveting part and parcel with lust?
Does the erection dangle? It looks cock-eyed to me.
Well, you know I was once fascinated with the angle of the dangle……..
Interesting that Heather Solos, some other tech folks, and I were discussing dangling appendage strippers last night at a meetup in Myrtle Beach.
I wish I had sign language right now, because wild hands, couple with a mouthed “what language are you speaking?” would be my reply, Carnell.
It’s the dizzying perspective that is so marvelous to me. I was so expecting an erector set joke!!
I think it is the perfect size for that perspective.
Oh, Andra, only you would lure us in with that title.
I am a bad, bad girl.
And a fine erection it is, Andra.
I was raised with such a strong Ten Commandment indoctrination that I don’t think I ever use the word “covet” for anything. Not that my mind doesn’t take a journey every now and again into that fair land. But I must ask…where has YOUR mind been. Yesterday’s post had a similar title tease…you should soon be getting some very interesting Spam. Or perhaps new readers! 
My mind is breaking many commandments this week.
You really had me going there. ha! Love the photo. Is that a mural or a huge picture? Looks nice.
Huge picture. I am going to have to beg Kristin to sell it to me when we move out of here.
I so want to go to Paris…
Me, too. I could never visit enough. It’s been almost a decade for me.
Now I want to see you work the Louvre into a provocative blog post title. Get to work on that.
I relate. I’m not materialistic and I’m not even a car nut but at work I park next to restored 1969 Plymouth Barracuda coupe, yellow with black racing stripes. It’s bad ass. I want it. Now.
That sounds like an awesome car, Lance. MTM once had a 1969 Oldsmobile that he wanted to restore, but it ended up at the scrap yard while he was out of the country.
Paris awaits me…thanks for the visual.
One of the funny things about Paris – to me – is that sexual imagery and innuendo can be found everywhere.
What you really need to have is a photoshoot in Paris. You don’t have to go inside: just stand outside and get the very same angle, with you in it…and then you could have a glass of wine and steak and frîtes to celebrate…
I agree. You and Phil. MTM and me. Roger. Next year. We can do the shot and visit the architectural wonders MTM wrote about on our blogs.
What say you?
Aye
I wonder what Freud would have to say about Eiffel’s erection?
It would be an interesting perspective, Nancy.
I’ve wanted that canvas since the first time I saw it on your blog when you were moving, and giving us a tour of your new digs.
You should probably read ‘Eiffel’s Tower’ by Jill Jonnes
p.s. naughty title, btw…
I love naughty titles…….