The Body and The Mind

Dear Millicent,
Forgive me as I continue talking about the divine Ms. Sayers and her great character, the divine Ms. Vane.  I was reading a section that hit on a conversation we have had at least once or twice.  You and I have discussed the magic of our younger and less boy-ridden days, where our mind [...]

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Odd Saint: Harriet Vane

Dear M.,
I wasn’t sure whether to title this one to the grand Dorothy Sayers, or to her body on the page, Harriet Vane.  Sayers is sure to get her own Odd Saint tribute soon (did you know she wrote Guiness ads?), but it is Mizz Vane that is making me dizzy at the moment.   As [...]

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Nudey Pants

Short shorts, gratuitous  flexing, ogling, badminton rackets and a song.   Happy Friday!   

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No Means Yes

Thought this might enrich our approach to the Funny Girl “date rape” question, dear CF. Judy’s playing with fire here, pushing the No Means Yes trope for all its worth. My inclination, re: Funny Girl, is to say (insert Judy’s molasses-sweet voice here) no, no, no no no. But then, I’ve had my “nos” respected [...]

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Money Spirals

Tim Geithner’s explanation of the financial crisis and the plan—grimly called TARP II, as if the first one (which is flimsy-sounding enough) blew off when all the money got blasted away in a funnel-cloud—is less patronizing than those I’ve railed against in the past. And it’s discomfiting:

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Welcome to the Red Room

I think this  might be Streisand’s version of Mitchell and Webb’s “Now We Know.”  If this scene for seduction were lingerie, I think it starts out wearing her, but ends with her owning it?

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Negligees, Nighties and Naughties, Oh My!

Dear Carla F,
Once, my beloved aunt called me and her daughter into her room. “Yoo-HOOOOO!” she said, “I brought you something!” B. and I were nineteen or so, greasy and a little smelly from an entire day spent playing Nintendo. “What? What?” we said. My Tia—who dresses in pantsuits and sensible shoes–reached into her plastic [...]

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Panties and Bras

Dear Millicent,
This is what I meant to hijack my last post with, but then I got all involved with the ideas at hand. I am just back from trying to buy lingerie. The goal was to find something that would remove the aura of “business time” that has wafted into my bedroom lately. [...]

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Yip Yap Hooray

Dearest M.,
You have left me such a brisk set of conversations to enter that, of course, I am going to first derail things more by yapping about what is on my mind right now (the illness and cure of bloggery?), and then try to add some dollops of thought to the rest of it.  I [...]

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Spaceman Moonstruck

Bowie and Cher. Together. Spectacularly ill at ease with their hair, their arms, and each other. Cher laughs in hysterical feigned hilarity while Bowie scratches his chin in what’s supposed (I think) to be Sexual Tension. Then they bow at each other. A little desperately. At different times.

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