Stick a fork in it. Valentine’s Day. Cancel the chocolates and roses. Creepy onesies and life-sized teddy bears. No cuddling allowed. Without a lawsuit. #MeToo = #KillCupid? Well. Maybe not totally. But if you want to be safe. Instead of steak and champagne at overcrowded overpriced bad prix-fixe dinners. Go get ashes. Wear a hairshirt. Give up co-ed lunches for Lent. And. Hey. Laissez les bontemps roulez!
9 hours of Stranger Things. An allegorical sci-fi thriller with an exorcism thrown in. Kids are good actors. Weekend diversion. Another season assured. Follow the Three Musketeers wrapper to Dustin’s buddy d’Artagnan crashing an upside down Snow Ball dance. Now-memories.
Upside. Claire Underwood lives! House of Cards continues. Frank killed off?!
And. Christiane Amanpour. Replacing Charlie Rose on PBS.
Holiday photo by G. Levine: Shelburne Centre, Western Massachusetts.
Seems there are highways full of careening sexually deviant drivers. Power-mad under-clad predators racing toward self-destruction. Leaving innocent hit-and-runs on the roadsides. Time to put on the brakes. A ‘wreckoning’ is long overdue. But stay alert. There is danger around the bend which could spin out of control. Backfiring. Masculinity is not toxic. Nor is femininity. Individuals should be pulled over and stopped. Traffic laws need to be enforced. Everywhere. As long as we keep looking into the side-view mirrors.
Okay. Al Franken. Several congressmen. Journalists. Directors. No industry nor political persuasion seems immune from viral misbehaving men. How to rein them in? Speaking out is a good start. Finding strength in numbers has opened the floodgates. It could also unleash a pandora’s box of blaming men for every ill. I’m still liking most men. They can be and have been champions personally and professionally. More of them than those jerks encountered along the way. But. It’s necessary to put a fence around criminal behavior. For sure.
Enough with the pervasive perv epidemic. Is there any powerful mogul who hasn’t transgressed? Decades of debauchery. Besides the gross acts themselves, it’s the sin of recurring complicity. Power. Money. Seems no end.
So. Finish a great book. Nobody’s Fool. Richard Russo is a writing master. He has the gift of transporting the reader into the everyday life of anybody’s arcane town. He creates characters with such depth that they become intimate friends. Their particular speaking styles, idiosyncratic habits, poignantly unlikely relationships. Hard to let them go. Look forward to reading the recently acclaimed sequel Everybody’s Fool.
Baseball. Joe Girardi?! Why. World Series. Cool second game. Homeruns galore. And. More of the same. Gold chains. Chewing. Expectorating. Yeah. Gross. Not as yukky as harassment claims against Mark Halperin of Game Change. The Circus. And. Morning Joe.
As Shark Kevin O’Leary said today to Megyn Kelly, the financial services industry has consequences for these actions, so it is rare in that sector. It wasn’t in my day. Bottom line, if you are someone’s boss, of any gender, don’t hit on them of any gender. It’s a power thing.
Ironic fact: Mark Halperin’s mother is Ina Weinstein.
Hillary Clinton’s new book. What Happened? An in-depth catharsis about why she stunningly lost the election to that “reality star clown” Donald Trump. It clearly wasn’t her fault.
On her blame list: James Comey. Vlad Putin. Julian Assange. Bernie Sanders. Joe Biden. Matt Lauer. Mark Zuckerberg. Baskets of deplorable men. Well. All white men. Plus Barack Obama. So. What happened? Men happened. Of course.