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In the car, with a bunch of women going to New York City, the topic of women’s health came up. Horror stories, some with happy endings kept returning in between laughter and personal insults. The fact that you can have a ton of pap smears, and still have undetected cancer was mentioned. “You have to have a sonogram to detect some of those things, not a pap smear.” “Yes, but no way my insurance will cover it.” “All you have to do is ...read more  You know how you are allowed to criticize your family and no one else is? Or, you can tell an ethnic joke if you are in that ethnic club, but it’s not funny if you are not? It’s hard for me to talk about the Thin Ad at Ralph Lauren because I’m not a thin girl, and therefore my opinion is suspect. It looks like bitter, sour grapes, or defensive self-justification for eating too much ice cream. I’ll take the ...read more Do I really need to have this conversation with all of us? I left for LA and a co-worker/friend is watching my fabulous dog Luke. “Oh, no need to pay me. I am happy to move out of my house, move in your house and take care of your dog for three weeks until you get back for no money. By the way, I could wash your windows while you’re gone if you want? Or perhaps pack up everything you need to ...read more So Diane Sawyer becomes a nightly news anchor, and I’m saddened at the hoopla about her being a woman. Another woman news anchor. Shocking! Huh? When, oh when, will this ridiculous gender issue stop being at the forefront of things that have nothing to do with gender? I remember my daughter when she was four or five happened to have a boyfriend who was black. My mother asked her to describe him for her. “He’s about this tall, has curly ...read more A new, but good friend of mine is getting married the end of this month, and I just found out that I can’t go because of a business situation. I’ve been thinking a lot about it, and I want to offer her something – some amazing piece of information about marriage that will make up for the fact that I won’t be there. I really have no business offering advice on marriage. I’ve been married twice, both unsuccessful and am presently ...read more A friend recently said you must always find the test you need to give a guy to make sure he has what you need to be your life partner. I started thinking about it, and I know exactly what she means. For me, how a guy drives says it all. I need a strong, fast driver, with accuracy at the wheel. Someone who would never lose his temper at another driver. He would just leave them in the dust. He would ...read more I don’t want to be me anymore. I want to be Jodie Foster’s character in Silence of the Lambs. Henceforth, please refer to me as Clarice. I want to not cry when the Hannibal Lectors of my life say mean things to me. I will stand there stoically. You will not hear so much as a whimper. I will flash back to happier days with an adoring father (will have to work on that) who thinks I’m swell. I want to keep my ...read more My friend Victoria and her husband were at my house for the weekend. Victoria and I were perfect roommates in the seventies. We would go to Gimbels’ candy counter on East 86th street, buy bags of candy, sit on the couch and eat it while watching TV after dinner. It’s thirty some odd years later, and we still like to sit on the couch watching Turner Classic Movies (she’s the cheap one and doesn’t have HBO) and eating chocolate. Her husband ...read more At dinner last night, we were telling stories, and I mentioned a friend’s daughter who is very pretty and works in a law firm. She felt they weren’t “seeing” her beyond the pretty face, so she bought fake glasses and started wearing them. She told her mom that it worked, and people are treating her differently. I remember my first glasses in the fourth grade. I chose baby blue frames with rhinestones in the upturned corners. They were stunning, and I ...read more |
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Diversionary Explosions
I used to love what I call diversionary explosions. You know what I mean. When someone else’s drama takes you away from your own to do list. Or, when you can avoid doing that which is imperative to your happiness, future, or promise to another because something “came up” that takes you away from doing what you really should do. Some call it procrastination, but the difference is you pretend there is a legitimate reason you haven’t gotten something done. ...read more