I don’t understand why this is, but people have begun recommending new obsessions. As if I could simply decide to become fascinated with something and dedicate the next 10 years of my life to it. Some marriages don’t even last that long; an obsession is a commitment. The only other person I know for a stone cold fact who gets this is my friend Sheila, who also has obsessions. I don’t think she’d be interested in acquiring obsessions that you think she should have either, but you’re welcome to try, I guess.
Obsessions are deeply personal. You do not get to choose them. Not even I get to choose them; they somehow choose me. I have only three, and I devote a great deal of time to them: Enron, Sylvia Plath, and sharks. Those, plus a normal life of boyfriend/exercise/working on my book is all I have time for. So thanks for suggesting Conrad Black, Shell Oil, the Death Penalty and drug war as possible obsessions, but I have to pass. I am either obsessed or I’m not, and I’m positive that if I were obsessed with these subjects or any others, I would have realized it by now.