N and I always loved our vacations. We are good at vacations. And to be honest, I worried what would happen to our vacations once we had a kid. Would it feel like work and not rest? Would it be less fun or less romantic?
Turned out I should not have worried. Vacations are a lot more fun with a kid. This is the best vacation I ever had in my whole life.
P.S. She doesn’t sleep in the bathroom. We just move the crib there during the day so that it doesn’t get in the way.
Think that’s good… wait till I tell you about doing scenes in acting class with Marla Maples (terrific person!!) in the late 80s.
It was before Ivana or the press even knew. We rehearsed in her apartment & Donny Boy would call every 20 mins to check up on us.
Ooh, scandal. Erm, what? Where’s sexual harassment here? Maples was obviously in a relationship with Trump since we all know they got married. What is this, the Scarlet A for Adultery era? Why is anybody supposed to care that somebody got divorced back in the 1980s?
Your Dad is a 5th degree black belt when it comes to sexual impropriety allegations.
In fact… I once had a party at the Plaza Hotel… your father showed up uninvited & hit on my wife… invited her on his helicopter to Atlantic City.
OK, what exactly is “sexually improper” about making advances to a conscious, adult person? And how can one find any moral equivalency between this and groping a sleeping person while filming her?
It looks like what started as a good and important conversation about sexual assault and harassment is devolving into a prissy fit where people posture as paragons of moral virtue seconds before somebody triumphantly reveals that they, too, had once done something that might be either really evil or vaguely sexual. Nobody seems to care about the difference any more.
From a hilarious article on a new translation of Homer:
Wilson chose to use plain, relatively contemporary language in part to “invite readers to respond more actively with the text,” she writes in a translator’s note. “Impressive displays of rhetoric and linguistic force are a good way to seem important and invite a particular kind of admiration, but they tend to silence dissent and discourage deeper modes of engagement.”
The rest even funnier. But hey, you do what you got to do to sell the classics to bored, sated consumers.
The reason why I keep going back to Basque literature is that I’m not done discussing nationalism. It’s something that is truly worth discussing.
What has become of nationalism in the age of consumerism? Nationalism and consumerism were born at the same time but one of them is eating the other alive. Nationalism can’t exist without the belief that there is something bigger than the self. Consumerism can’t tolerate this belief.
Of course, consumerism has no interest in eradicating nationalism altogether. It just wants to empty it of all meaning and leave it on the shelves as one of the endless consumer choices. This is why the language of consumerism (“it’s their choice. Why shouldn’t they have whatever they choose”, etc) is conquering the discussion of nationalist movements.