@sophi I've read elsewhere that Weiner has said that Megan won't be killed off. Take that for what you will.
Nevertheless, I caught up with "Time Zones" last night and I was very spooked at the unexpected nighttime doorbell ring at Megan's. Turned out to be the TV delivery guys, but really, I was almost expecting a home invasion at that point. Those coyote howls are creepy.
Edit: just realized that the ominous doorbell ring was brought about by Don Draper's need to lift his leg (Freddy Rumsen's phrase) on Megan's bachelorette pad. Also, Megan warns Don not to flick his butts off the patio for fear of fire. So: creepy, dangerous vibe == Don's presence?
@j-i-a - thanks for the info. Check will be sent off today.
I wonder how much crazier things have to get before these vampires are voted out of office. It's no accident that the law favors hospital billing.
Almost a perfect list, but for the omission of Chrissie Hynde's wistful waitress in "Brass in Pocket." Late '70's, but close enough.
@j-i-a agreed. Not all religious folk are child-abusing nutcases. As I read the article about Hana, it seemed to me that the pathology afoot in Hana's adoptive family was probably there long before they decided to go the fundamentalist route. All the religious trappings just gives that nuttery a few more visible ways to manifest.
@stonefruit I revisit Bellairs' "The Figure In The Shadows" every so often. I have a copy from the seventies complete with Edward Gorey cover. It's one of just a couple kiddie books I saved when I had to clear out my mom's condo a couple years back. That and "The Finches' Fabulous Furnace."
The Louis Barnavelt books are actually set in 1940's small-town Michigan. Bellairs himself was born in Michigan but moved to Haverhill, MA at some point. There's definitely an Arkham feel to the books, though.
@redridinghoodrat Journeys end in lovers meeting!
Did anyone else think that Theodora and the young dink guy were carrying on at night? Although Theodora's preference may not have been men...!
I took the bus into Salem, MA last Friday to avoid the killer October traffic. It was like stepping into a different world. (I drive to a comfortable job in a comfortable suburb and have no issues filling the pantry and fridge at the moment.)
The young woman seated next to me asked for directions and it turned out she was looking for the EBT (food stamp) office. Several people on the bus knew where it was because they were on assistance as well. One of the women who gave directions to the EBT office had a child in a stroller; she was helped off the bus by another guy who was on assistance.
I thought to myself (a) wow, a lot of the people on this bus are really nice and helpful and (b) wow, these nice folks are really going to be hurting if there are food stamp cuts.
I don't kid myself that I'm anything other than a couple of paychecks away from the people on that bus. It's amazingly easy to avoid seeing other people's suffering in this society, though - just drive everywhere.
On Redefining Rape: Talking to Estelle Freedman About Street Harassment and Intersectionality in the Early 20th Century
@iceberg When I read the first paragraph about "mashers" I thought of my several-year stint living in downtown Albany, NY in the mid-'90s. The street harassment was at unbelievable levels - oodles worse than Manhattan/Brooklyn where I lived for six years. One woman I knew said that walking down the street was like running a gauntlet.
Didn't matter what race or class you were - if you were a woman you were going to get it. (I have little doubt that women of color probably got it worse than I did, however.)
Any Capital District 'Pinners around who would care to comment on whether that's changed at all? Hope it has, for the better.
Now at a library near you: The Male Profession's Female Relatives' Quilting Society
Just reread "A Good Man Is Hard To Find" for the first time since high school (that's a long time ago). If anything it's more shocking now. O'Connor (thankfully) took a lot of chances as a writer.