Now that we’re officially into the summer season, I’m taking my bathing suits out of mothballs, to determine how they look on me this year. I’m hoping at least one will fit. I do not want to have to find myself in front of a three-way full-length mirror, with bad overhead lighting, trying on a bikini. Does anyone, apart from a teenage girl, enjoy shopping for swimwear?
On a recent trip to New Zealand, a photographer friend, Corbin Smith, shot this artwork by a local potter and sculptor, Gary Nevin. I’ve been in touch with Gary’s wife, Julie Burns-Nevin, who is also an artist. She told me these women were based on “yoga figures, and that lots of people can relate to them.”
Whoever invented marriage was an ingenious tormentor. It is an institution committed to the dulling of feelings. The whole point of marriage is repetition. The best it aims for is the creation of strong, mutual dependencies.
Susan Sontag, commenting on her eight-year marriage to the sociologist Philip Rieff. This 1975 photograph was taken by Peter Hujar.
Whatever the theories may be of woman’s dependence on man, in the supreme moments of her life, he cannot bear her burdens. — “Solitude of the Self” by Elizabeth Cady Stanton, 1892
Enduring an unexpected root canal at the dentist this morning–an experience both vivid and boring at the same time–I wondered, would this be any easier if I had a husband?
A few weeks ago, I was introduced to Betsy Rosenfeld, author of “The Complete Single’s Guide to Being a Dog Owner.” I’m madly in love with my dog, Rose, a beautiful bijoodle (part bijan, part poodle) who I’ve had for the last four years, and though I’ve become pet savvy in the process of rearing her, I’m always looking to pick up some tips. Betsy’s book addresses the basics as well as topics specific to a single life, like “Dating and Your Dog,” “What if Your Date Doesn’t Like your Dog, or Vice Versa,” and one of my favorites, “Bedroom Etiquette,” which would’ve come in handy a few weeks ago. This book is fun and informative. Check it out!
“She knew the difference between ‘that’ and ‘which,’ ” said Ms. Diaz, who acknowledged deriving a seductive pleasure from well-formed sentences.
–from the New York Times Weddings/Celebrations
He knows the difference between ‘that’ and ‘which’
He has seen a Japanese film
He has good skincare products in his bathroom
He knows what to do in an emergency
He’s charitable
He’s environmentally conscious
He’s fair-minded
He considers what he wears, but not too much
He has high thread count sheets on his bed
He’s not afraid of getting close
He likes to kiss and he’s good at it
He has something to teach me
He can carry a tune
He really cares about my feelings (he doesn’t just say that he cares)
He’s fit
He appreciates art
He doesn’t mind getting dirty
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As part of my ongoing search for candidates for this site’s Single Women’s Hall of Fame, and in honor of her birthday, I’m exploring the life of the 19th century American painter, Mary Cassatt.
I came across a 1999 article, “Cassatt’s Children,” by one of my favorite New Yorker writers, Adam Gopnik. It’s interesting and witty, as usual with Gopnik, and he admires Cassatt, but I was struck by some of his spinsterisms. Describing her remarkable ability to paint mothers and children, he writes of a “maiden-aunt gift for empathy.” As an old women, Cassatt became “crusty,” and when people made pilgrimages to see her, they might have “their heads bitten off.”
I’m going to spend more time with Cassatt, to see if this rings true, and get back to you.
(Painting: Woman Bathing, 1890)
I’ve tracked enough single years by now, to enjoy my own company. I don’t hesitate heading out to the movies or a gallery by myself, shoppng is a no-brainer, although dining alone at a 3-star restaurant still isn’t my first choice. (A bar or the counter, no problem.) But what about recreational travel, when roommates are a necessary part of the itinerary? My fearless and spirited travel mentor, Marybeth Bond weighs in on the subject. Continue reading »
Opening last week at San Francisco’s Museum of Modern Art, is an exhibition celebrating the 50th anniversary of Robert Frank’s seminal book of photography, The Americans. After emigrating from Switzerland in 1947, Frank achieved considerable success as a commercial photographer, particularly in fashion, working for Harper’s Bazaar. With a grant from the Guggenheim Foundation, in 1955, he spent three years traveling by car across America to document a post-World War II society.
This photo, “Elevator, Miami Beach, ” is one of 83 in the SF MOMA exhibition, “Looking In: Robert Frank’s: The Americans,” which runs through August 23.
Girl beds and virginal young woman beds,
matronal expansively expressed beds
from the poem, Beds by Charlie Smith
I started sleeping around when I was young and in the process, I’ve accumulated a catalogue of men, to whom I give bouncy names, so that my friends can easily identify them. Like “Gimme Two” for Greg, the editor, who is missing three fingers from his left hand. “Eighties man” was the name for Jeff, because in 2001, he sported a mustache and a jacket from the disco era, before the style became cool again.
When I was 25, flying east for Passover, I met Garry, the “Jew from Topeka,” on the airplane. (He was filed as such, because with my NYC-centric roots I thought it noteworthy to be a Semite from the Midwest.) We made eye contact across the aisle. He gave me his phone number, and within days after returning to California, I drove down dusty roads to his pot farm in Aromas, near the “artichoke capital of the world.” Continue reading »
In an election over the weekend, Kuwaitis voted four women into Parliament for the first time. The winners are Rola Dashti an economist and women’s rights activist, education professor Salwa al-Jassar, philosophy professor Aseel al-Awadhi and Massouma al-Mubarak, who was also the country’s first female Cabinet minister. All of them have Ph.D’s from the United States. Kuwaiti women got the right to vote in 2005.
Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton would be very proud.