July 13, 2006
I read with disbelief [Quick Takes: "Jill Scott Assails Images of Women," July 6] that Jill Scott finds black women degraded in popular music and videos, since she runs at the front of the pack. The first two lines of her latest CD are "I am not afraid to be your lady / I am not afraid to be your whore," and 14 of the 16 songs are about her lover. Her successful debut CD included a song about two women fistfighting over a man. Hey, Jill, how about a song or two about a woman's vision, self-esteem or success?
July 3, 2006 |
As the playwright, poet and marriage counselor all know, the emotional boundary between love and hate can be surprisingly porous. For many, partners can inspire intense tenderness and devotion one week and glassy-eyed loathing the next. For others, the feelings for a loved one are much more constant and less apt to flip between extremes. Such flips between loving and loathing can make for a wilder life -- witness the sizzling combat and sex scenes between Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie in "Mr.
December 5, 2005 |
THE elderly woman, white hair brushed and tidy, peach lipstick matching her velour jogging pants, isn't quite sure why she goes to the adult day-care center in Van Nuys, and can't remember how long she's been going there. "My memory isn't so good anymore," says Irene Overlee, 88, of North Hollywood.
August 31, 2005 |
We'll call this one Cupid because, with his golden curls and wide-eyed cherubic face, it seems like a decent handle. He's 26, fresh out of the military and, despite his Abercrombie good looks, he tends to panic when he talks to girls. "I'm totally an introvert," he says early on a Friday evening. But now it's into the wee hours of Saturday morning and he's at the Saddle Ranch on the Sunset Strip.
July 7, 2005
Re "A Question for the Ages: To De-Bag or Not," Commentary, July 5: As I sat in the middle of the post-Fourth of July block party debris, sipping my morning coffee and musing over the previous day's family conversations, I chuckled out loud at the reflections of Dinah Lenney and her puffy eyes. Unlike her mother, I work hard at pumping up the self-esteem of my six now-adult hatchlings and their spouses, and they still think I'm wrong or unhelpful most of the time. Lenney's theory about 11-year-old girls being as fully realized as they will ever be again until after menopause is wonderful.
July 2, 2005
Re "From Strip Show to Ski Row," Opinion, June 26: USC professor Diane Winston is to be commended for her excellent article on Goodwill Industries. Besides not being "your charity," Goodwill Industries isn't even "Aunt Beulah's charity." During its formative period in early-1900s Boston by Methodist clergy and laity, the organization's slogan was "not a charity, but a chance." Goodwill's purpose has always been to provide employment training for individuals, which often leads to the development of a healthy self-esteem and sense of purpose in one's life.
June 26, 2005 |
Remember the days when B-list celebrities and flash-in-the-pan television and music stars were relegated to the stages of dinner theaters in Cleveland and traveling productions of "Grease"? Those seem like medieval times now, for semistars who once relied on supermarket openings to connect with their fans now have the benefit of that vast frontier of opportunity known as reality television. And they don't even have to be able to sing "Beauty School Dropout" to score one of these gigs.
May 29, 2005
Re "Right, Wrong ... What's the Dif?" Commentary, May 24: In trying to account for her students' unrealistic attitudes (they're confident they're doing well when they aren't), Marlene Zuk suggests that the problem might be an overload of self-esteem, or else an exaggerated respect for all opinions, even wrong ones. I think there's another factor at work here: The widespread conviction that one's feelings are a surer guide to truth than the mind is, with its nitpicky emphasis on weighing and analyzing the facts.
May 24, 2005 |
"Is this one right?" The student points to a line on a test paper and peers anxiously at me. The exam is two days away, and I have given the class a version from a previous year so that the students can see what kinds of questions to expect. "No," I say gently, "that's not right," and proceed to explain what is wrong with the answer she wrote. Questions 2, 3, 4 and 5 suffer the same fate, but No. 6 is, in fact, correct, and I tell her so. She beams. "Oh, great, I feel better.