Coming of Age at 65
Someone during the Joni Mitchell tribute on NPR said something about how she helped us explain, us meaning many young women in the 70s, who we were. This was true but I wanted her lyrics to make mystical and acceptable what I felt deep inside, alone, angry and confused about everything pertaining to human relationships. My friend and I drank wine at sixteen, seventeen and eighteen and listened as Joni addressed a faceless lover explaining that she was attached, ‘I could drink a case of you’ but also able to move on, ‘and still be on my feet.’
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How to Be Cool
A recent article in the New York Times describes a phenomenon of gyms requiring applications similar to applying to college including an impressive social media platform and being judged as ‘cool’. This is a membership process apart from the monthly fee of hundreds of dollars. I think Soho House might have done this, but these are just gyms with no social club attached.
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Away
The culture of my family was intense, two Harvard graduates with the ability to spin stories that made them a fascinating thing to behold. However, as their youngest child I often felt outside and alone in all this brilliant repartee and then there was the threat of the drinking, that the wine at dinner would produce a whiskey-soaked terrifying display by my father, his anger leveled mainly at my mother, but the rage infused the house with danger.
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