"Why should the calculus of the destinies not have its thorny parts?"

Judith Traherne, having a bad day.

Dark Victory, 1939

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Sometimes it can be very frustrating (frustrating being a relative term, of course, this is not a real problem in the same way that “a raven has stolen my dinner” or “I have hepatitis” is a problem) if one wishes to engage in gay gossip, because there is also the possibility that you will be heterosexually stonewalled. How can you tell if you are being heterosexually stonewalled? Listen carefully for any variations of the following sentences:

“She just liked to wear pants.”

“You think everybody‘s gay.”

“No, they weren’t.”

“You can’t prove that.”

“I’ve never heard that.”

“They were just friends! Men did stuff like that back then!”

And the unassailable “Oh, come on.”

You will almost never hear these phrases about straight rumors — no one dismisses the Hepburn/Tracy myth with “Oh, you think everybody‘s waiting for their alcoholic Catholic lover to finally divorce his long-suffering wife.” It’s giving me a serious case of the Prove It On Me Blues.

Mallory Ortberg on classic Hollywood
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"Where were you? At the store?"

"No," she answered with that separating tone of superiority that I hadn’t yet learned to identify with conformity. "I went to the city clinic. Just a regular checkup."

It was already the next afternoon before I stopped dead on the cobblestoned corner of Thirty-second and First Avenue to realize that the girl had gone for a blood test to get a marriage license. And, more importantly, that she thought this fact made her better than me, instead of worse. Stunned, I looked around for some respite and stared, longingly, through the thick beveled glass on the front door of the nearest saloon.

[from Shimmer by Sarah Schulman (1998)]

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The higher we climbed on the stenographic ladder, the more individual each girl became. Being underestimated every single day brought out the distinctions in women in a way that the on-going contest for Miss Subways never could.

from Shimmer by Sarah Schulman (1998)
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Friends eat watermelon outside a beach cottage on a summer afternoon on Roanoke Island, North Carolina, 1955.Photograph by J. Baylor Roberts, National Geographic

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Alliance, Nebraska.

I remember a friend of mine saw Rocky IV three times in this theater.  Back then it was one large screen, so they only had one or two movies in town at a time. Teenagers would go see the same movie over and over, if there was nothing else to do.

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Liza Minnelli and Joel Grey give iconic, Oscar winning performances in Bob Fosse’s brilliant CABARET (1972). The plot deals with a tragic affair between a would-be novelist and a cabaret chanteuse, set against the decadence of pre-Nazi Berlin in the early 1930’s. Based on the writings of Christopher Isherwood, shot on location in Berlin and adapted from the Tony winning Kander and Ebb musical, it also stars Michael York, Marissa Berenson and Helmut Griem. Filled with eye popping musical numbers, brilliant performances and Fosse’s subtle direction, CABARET is an unsurpassed musical achievement not to be missed!

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One of Justin Cook’s photos of Durham, NC. Angier and Driver.

From the collection of his photos posted on Slate last week.

7:55 pm, by ascendingcoherence
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Blanche decided to keep her mouth shut on this issue to keep from disagreeing. She thought it was great that black parents were making up their children’s names instead of depending on European names. She especially liked the names that were some combination of the parents’ names, like Malik’s friend Janel, whose parents were Janice and Nelson, and Charmita, named after Charles and Juanita. A name made up for you was really your name, one that had never belonged to anyone else, had never even been said out loud before. A name couldn’t get more personal than that. But if she told Miz Barker what she thought, they’d be there all night while Miz Barker lectured her on all the ways she was wrong.

From Blanche Cleans Up (1998) by BarbaraNeely

This is such a great series of novels, I’m sad I only have one more to go.

10:28 am, by ascendingcoherence
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