Some comments about Wendy Wasserstein, the subject of Barbara Isenberg's Oct. 7 article, and Wasserstein's play, "The Heidi Chronicles":
I too am a sad person, serious and, yes, even sexy. I am also female, and I too go to a gym. (A story about a gym is an important part of Wasserstein's play.)
When I stand in the locker room after a workout, naked and sweaty and, yes, tired, I don't see "types" around me. I don't see tight jeans and power suits and super women, all my adversaries. I see other women just like me, naked, physical "flaws" for the others to see, insecure, vibrant, also tired, and all going through their day-to-day live trying desperately to remain hopeful.
How can I feel stranded when they are all reflections of myself? Yes, even the 27-year-old, single professional women that Wasserstein so heartlessly stereotypes.