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November 4, 2008
The day before the election I needed something funny and I
found it in Nora Ephron’s I Feel Bad About My Neck (published in 2008). This
woman is hysterical and right up my alley, with her love for the Upper West
Side (Manhattan), and Wilkie Collins (one of my all-time favorite authors), and
her utter mystification with the item known as “PURSE”. I can totally identify with her purse
problem: if only all my coats had such deep pockets that I never, ever needed a
purse. Or if I could have a
personal valet to carry all my stuff (books, date book, chapsticks, tinted and
plain, receipts for stuff bought two years ago and yet I cannot find the
receipt for the shirt I bought yesterday for my son that was too small, what
was I thinking?, train schedules, gum wrappers, pens without tops, broken
pencils, and wallet), anyway, someone to drag all that stuff around and do the
grocery shopping and of course cook all that stuff.. Now that I have my kids
cleaning up after dinner I could finally relax if only I had a purse
toter/shopper/cook. (Let’s not
talk about laundry -- I once wrote
a poem claiming to enjoy the folding of laundry but those halcyon days are
over).
The first three essays in I Feel Bad About My Neck are the best but they are all funny. You don’t have to be a woman of any
certain age to laugh out loud; you don’t have to be a woman at all to find this
woman funny. Enjoy and don’t
forget to VOTE.
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