I love both your Richard AND Jeremy Allen White. I hate the word ladies, but I may hate the word "guys" even more. Twenty-two year old server and two women in their seventies: "What can I get you guys?" My friend Martha says, "there are no guys at this table." Server looks startled. Why does no one say folks, or people? Why is everything gendered in an icky or inappropriate way? Thanks for your wonderful written offerings that brighten my day.
I am a lesbian and I am here to tell you that Jeremy Allen White is hot, hot hot in that ad. He has certainly upped his weightlifting since his Shameless days. The Bear is quite good.
But wait. The byline is Sari Botton and then at the bottom it's Laurie Stone. I was confused when I started to read because I thought Laurie Stone was the one with a British husband named Richard.
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I was fascinated to read your account of Hudson in your opening paragraphs. My son lives above the stores across from Old Hudson and I feft an immediate connection. Namaste
I enjoyed your home movie with its streets bare of snow and dots of green foliage. It’s minus 26 degrees F in my corner of the world today with a wind chill of minus 49 degrees. A good day to stay home, curl up and read Substack.
I think you are my sister from another mother. You write like me (to put it grammatically, you write like I do .) Trust me, that’s a compliment. My wife says I have a strong ego. But for God sake, it’s not. martial. It’s Marshall. Or marshal. How the hell would I know? I’m getting old and I am resentful.
Here I thought I was simply grouchy not taking pleasure in my female gaze on the Bear or my sharp tongue to unsuspecting staff at medical appointment. I love getting older because I'm in such good company. Thanks for the stroll around Warren Street.
“...where we write in our notebooks and I resent the cost of the cheese.” Great juxtaposition. Personal aside: I’ve given up telling waitstaff not to call me “dear” because I could not silence the inner voice of their mothers (who also liked “ladies”). You can fight mom. You just can’t expect to win.
I love both your Richard AND Jeremy Allen White. I hate the word ladies, but I may hate the word "guys" even more. Twenty-two year old server and two women in their seventies: "What can I get you guys?" My friend Martha says, "there are no guys at this table." Server looks startled. Why does no one say folks, or people? Why is everything gendered in an icky or inappropriate way? Thanks for your wonderful written offerings that brighten my day.
“She thought it generated an atmosphere of warmth. I thought about how the world works on one fake understanding after the next…”
Well said. Feeling this so much right now.
This is a wonderful post. The writing is so free. Thank you.
"I wasn't patient." Laurie Stone all over and how marvelous. xo
I am a lesbian and I am here to tell you that Jeremy Allen White is hot, hot hot in that ad. He has certainly upped his weightlifting since his Shameless days. The Bear is quite good.
But wait. The byline is Sari Botton and then at the bottom it's Laurie Stone. I was confused when I started to read because I thought Laurie Stone was the one with a British husband named Richard.
Thank you for pointing out that women (who like men) find the male body lasciviously beautiful. This is the best-kept secret of millennia.
Gloriously honest essay in its observations and its protestations.
Thanks for sharing Laurie Stone’s piece. Now I’m looking at Everything is Personal!
I was fascinated to read your account of Hudson in your opening paragraphs. My son lives above the stores across from Old Hudson and I feft an immediate connection. Namaste
I enjoyed your home movie with its streets bare of snow and dots of green foliage. It’s minus 26 degrees F in my corner of the world today with a wind chill of minus 49 degrees. A good day to stay home, curl up and read Substack.
It's interesting how people in real life may hate you, but we love you. The Emperor is naked, y'all!
I think you are my sister from another mother. You write like me (to put it grammatically, you write like I do .) Trust me, that’s a compliment. My wife says I have a strong ego. But for God sake, it’s not. martial. It’s Marshall. Or marshal. How the hell would I know? I’m getting old and I am resentful.
Here I thought I was simply grouchy not taking pleasure in my female gaze on the Bear or my sharp tongue to unsuspecting staff at medical appointment. I love getting older because I'm in such good company. Thanks for the stroll around Warren Street.
“...where we write in our notebooks and I resent the cost of the cheese.” Great juxtaposition. Personal aside: I’ve given up telling waitstaff not to call me “dear” because I could not silence the inner voice of their mothers (who also liked “ladies”). You can fight mom. You just can’t expect to win.
It’s the sweet little things that matter most! Great read! Peace