Now more than ever, Biden’s Vice President choice is vital. He is an old white guy with clear weaknesses. In this pandemic environment, his lack of competence and acuity make gravitas more a key component of the person he chooses than identity politics. But. He also needs someone who will excite the young and left-leaning progressives. Then there’s the all-important independent swing-state vote.
And. He’s put himself in the gender box by promising to pick a woman.
So. Warren gets the left, the gravitas but not the swing-state vote. Harris ran a lousy campaign, which doesn’t show leadership skill. Klobuchar brings gravitas but not the young and progressive wing. Abrams gets maybe young, maybe black women, but lacks national stature. And so on. A very tricky situation to say the least.
Memorial Day Weekend. Some things the same. Cool and gray. Backyard fire pits socially distanced. Most not. No summer tourists around. Locals abound. Beach towns on lockdown.
Golf tried to manage the new normal with a charity event. Tiger & Peyton v. Phippy & TB. It started as a soggy slow slog. Technical problems didn’t help. Until Brady made a miraculous shot into the hole. As he told Barkley, “Suck on that, Chuck.” The match became fun to watch. But. Tiger should never wear shorts. Again.
Mrs. America with Cate Blanchett as Phyllis Schlafly sounds deadly. But it was good. Historical context and perspective turned the anti-ERA villain into a complicated woman. Feminist leaders flawed as well. Balanced look back. ERA still not ratified to this day.
A distraction from Biden’s campaign which magnifies his lack of management skills. He couldn’t even assemble a competent team to make him look less inept in his bunker. Sad.
Once Upon A Time in Hollywood. Quentin Tarantino’s re-writing of the Manson Family murder spree. Brad Pitt a happy-go-lucky hero.
Ryan Murphy’s Hollywood. Period piece with anachronistic wish-list of political correctness. Rock Hudson as his true Roy Fitzgerald. Pedantic message-laden editing that re-casts racial, social & Oscar history.
But. Happy endings are necessary now more than ever.
Anita Hill is to speak at Mount Holyoke College 2020 commencement. They will have a real ceremony later this year rather than hold a virtual one now as many colleges are doing. Biden’s treatment of Hill at the Clarence Thomas confirmation hearing will be replayed over the next months as Biden struggles to garner votes from #MeToo feminists.
Speaking of #MeToo. Susan Faludi twisted herself into a pretzel in a NYTimes piece pretending that it wasn’t Believe All Women in an effort to dismiss Tara Reade’s accusation. We saw what they did to Kavanaugh, Susan. You can’t re-write recent history. Hypocrisy pure and simple.
And. June Cleaver is clutching her pearls. Eddie Haskell won’t be down for breakfast.
NYTimes article about Ronan Farrow’s “Resistance Journalism”. In other words, he did not prove many of his inflammatory conspiracy theories. Sound familiar? Journalism is an anachronism in this media environment. Cable News always has a clear bias and agenda as do most networks. Newspapers have had a point of view for decades. It’s rare to find any true journalists anymore. Ronan Farrow is clearly not one, either. Most people are happy to read what they want to believe on the left or right, that matches their righteous indignation and moral outrage. But. It’s a sad commentary on what once was an honored profession.
Frank Bruni wondered whether it is better to vote for a “confused” or “corrupt” candidate. Is that the choice we’re left with? If Biden’s bumper sticker is I’m not Him, it’s as uninspired as I’m with Her was in 2016. No driving message to vote FOR.
And. While I’m at it. If Sports announcers don’t change their remote commentary to fit the times with a lot more enthusiasm and detailed color, it’ll be a boring slog without fans or multiple cameras in real time. The Skins golf exhibition was unwatchable for more than ten minutes.
Helicopters. Once in a while. Airplanes. Still rare. Birds. Chirpier than ever. Subway rumble. Often. Some Ubers waiting out front lately. Dulcet tones of construction. A private garbage truck went by yesterday for the first time in months. Never thought that’d be a good thing.
As restaurants struggle to open. Using partitions including clear shower curtains between tables. This is ingenious. Little Inn at Washington.
Skins golf. Rory & Ricky. Little by little. Fingers crossed.
Stranger Things place where the gates open to the Upside Down. A place of confusion and panic. Hmmm. Whoever wrote that was prescient. We are in our own version of the In-Between.
Can only see people out the window or on a screen. Most restaurants are re-opening all over the ‘hood. For take-out and delivery. Lenwich, Chinese, Indian, Thai, Greek, Middle Eastern, Cuban. Some with cocktails, too. Let’s clear avenue lanes for al fresco socially-distanced dining!
Sweeper back today. Just brushing the middle of the street. There’s still the caranda. Alternate side next week. Definitely Limbo.