Like a lot of theater fans, I've been mourning the death of brassy Broadway legend Elaine Stritch. It means there’s one less fabulous, foul-mouthed, talented, gin-swilling broad on this earth. "You can't be funny unless you're tragic,” Strich once said, “and you can't be tragic unless you're funny." It’s a perfect piece of Broad Philosophy: an earthy, basic understanding of life’s ups and downs, and knowing that the only way to cope is to laugh.
I suddenly realized that nobody uses the word “broad” much anymore (save for the broads of Broad City, of course). The origins of this word are hazy, too. Some claim it refers to women’s hips [...]
The golden child is gone, and I sincerely wasn’t expecting to feel so unsettled by it.
Shirley Temple’s smile illuminated the gloom of the 1930s. But once released, that light was refracted into the future in a million little memories and stories, forming a kind of gloaming that extended across my childhood. Which is to say that when I was a little girl I looked like Shirley Temple, and I was informed of the resemblance constantly.
I was born with wild curly hair that was bright blonde until it darkened in adolescence. It grew, and grows, in a haphazard tangle all over my head. Just about every time [...]
Ten years ago this week, A.O. Scott reviewed Love Actually in the New York Times:
The film's governing idea of love is both shallow and dishonest, and its sweet, chipper demeanor masks a sour cynicism about human emotions that is all the more sleazy for remaining unacknowledged. It has the calloused, leering soul of an early-60's rat-pack comedy, but without the suave, seductive bravado. The worst kind of cad is the one who thinks he's really a sensitive guy deep down.
Nice try, Mr. Scott, but Love Actually is a movie overflowing with so much joy that what bubbles over shields it from all criticisms. Rowan Atkinson [...]
Sex and the City, the seminal Darren Star-Michael Patrick King series about New Millenium Womanhood, turns 15 today. To celebrate, we’ve unearthed a long-lost, unfinished draft penned by its sex columnist star, Carrie Bradshaw (Sarah Jessica Parker).
They say with age comes wisdom—that as we get older, we are wiser. But I’ve been thinking a lot lately about age and wisdom, and about what it means to be wise. Are we wiser because we are older, or is wisdom an ageless beauty? Because when I think about my friends, I don’t think about them being older, just more assured and more fabulous.
Wisdom, I think, is like trying to [...]