The New Yorker
David’s regular contributions to The New Yorker combine musings and critique of modern life in the very best way. While the world waited to see the outcome of the US Supreme Court ruling on gay marriage, Sedaris patrolled the highway for garbage. iPad in tow – to see the Court’s outcome – he reflects on his closeted childhood and the prospect of marriage to his partner Hugh.
“It occurred to me while standing there, cars whizzing by, that the day I marry is the day I’ll get hit and killed, probably by some driver who’s texting, or, likelier still, sexting,” he wrote. “‘He is survived by his husband, Hugh Hamrick' the obituary will read, and before I’m even in my grave I’ll be rolling over in it.”