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America was already caught in a culture war when Roe was first decided: over Vietnam, over sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll, over the place of women and the limits of government. In one sense, the story of the last 35 years is the tale of a subtle but sturdy consensus rising out of all the smoke and fire. The year after Roe, two-thirds of Americans favored abortion on demand. Now, after years of private and public debate, most people freely tell pollsters they'd prefer fewer abortions, but a majority embraces the inherent contradiction of "safe, legal...
...January, I paid a final visit to an exhibition of Seurat's drawings at the Museum of Modern Art, took two children there the next day to see a show by the sculptor Martin Puryear, attended the opening night of Wagner's Die Walkure at the Metropolitan Opera, caught a couple of movies, including an old Robert Mitchum vehicle at an Otto Preminger film festival, and scored tickets to the revival of Harold Pinter's The Homecoming on Broadway. (Long Pinteresque pause here.) On the seventh day I rested...
...gentleman who delivered my groceries the other day and said we had a problem because I had to be 21 to receive alcohol. You're me when I told that same man that I liked a guy who knew his way around a dolly. (Lame, I know. I was caught off guard.) You're the fiftysomething guy behind me on the plane before Christmas telling his fortysomething seatmate how sensual her eyes were--actually, I hope you're not, because if so, you're really skeevy. My point is, once you move into the verbal phase of flirtation...
...bridge out of the borough. They. Are. Stupid! They, and you the viewer, are supposed to believe that this huge creature - whose stride spans several city blocks, and who could get across the East River in about three steps - is some sort of snob who wouldn't be caught dead in Brooklyn. (But his victims would. That tail whips out of the water and snaps the Brooklyn Bridge...
...course, I’m past being the tragic mulatto: It’s 2008, after all. When you pass me in the Yard, know that I’m more concerned with getting to section on time than with getting caught up in a tragic identity struggle, agonizing over the need to choose between black and white. That said, I expected to find a vibrant and active multiracial community and a forum for discussion in college, and the lack thereof has been disheartening...