You. All of you. Go and read The New Yorkers by Cathleen Schine. Then read the rest of her books.
Oh my god the weeping.
On Interview with Dr. Susan Robinson, One of the Last Four Doctors in America to Openly Provide Third-Trimester Abortions
This needs to be in the New York Times.
And I'm into three day eventing, relational databases, and baking.
Man Learns Women Not All One Woman
Oh my god the Books section. I can hear the editorial meeting now. "Things we need for sure: Cocktail recipes, movies, celebrity tie-ins.. and something feminist-y. How about, 'Can men write women well?'"
@iceberg Vinegar pie in a book called Farmer Takes a Wife. Columns by a farmer in Maine who marries a nice Boston girl, first half of last century or so. She arrives unprepared to be a farm wife, and is expected (by husband's family, not husband himself) to jump right in, with pie every day. She retaliates by making a vinegar pie.
LOVE THIS. I remember, reading Farmer Boy for the fiftieth time, reflecting that Almanzo came from this incredibly lavish Upstate NY lifestyle, and was having his little adventure in the territories, playing around with failed crops and claim shanties, and she'd already been on that ride for her entire childhood, and is ready to have some glass windows already. And he's regaling her with stories about shelves full of pie and having your own stabling at the church. Fuck this shit. Take me back there!
Want to see the Shawl Haul.
@iceberg That. Right there. Because you are carbon-based, and being crushless is like having wings.