Mr. Cumberbatch says, among other things, that Sherlock’s focus would make him a god in bed.
And then I would be devastating. I’d know exactly how to please a woman, I’d know exactly where to put my fingers, where to put my tongue, where to put my – his I should say – his fingers, his tongue. Think about violinists, think about what they can do with their fingers.
One of my first musical memories is listening to Barbra Streisand with my father. He’d fallen under her spell after seeing her on Broadway in Funny Girl in 1964. We had every album she’d recorded and, even though they were my parents’ music, I kept listening to them as I grew older. I went to movies and marveled at her in Funny Girl, Hello Dolly, and What’s Up Doc. To this day, I can’t watch the last scene in The Way We Were without sobbing so hard I can barely see. (The same is true of my husband–he doesn’t cry quite as hard–which is one of the many things I love about him.)
In high school, I performed Barbra songs when I sang for an audience–I once sang both parts of “You Don’t Bring Me Flowers” in front of my entire school. In college, I played her albums despite the scorn her pop performances drew from my punk listening peers.
So, it was a given I’d buy Partners, her latest album. It’s an album of many of her greatest hits all sung as duets with male singers. (There’s a rumor she plans to make a similar album with all female singers.) Not all of the remakes are fabulous. But, a few are wondrous: “What Kind of Fool” with John Legend, ” Somewhere” with Josh Groban, “How Deep Is the Ocean?” with her son Jason Gould, and “People” with Stevie Wonder. Her voice is still astonishing–she hasn’t sounded this good in several years and it’s a joy to hear her work her vocal magic.
As Austen fans probably already know, the BBC has filmed a mini-series based on P.D. James’s mystery tribute to Pride and Prejudice, Death Comes to Pemberley. (You can read our review of the book here.)
The series airs on PBS beginning on October 26th. Here’s a first look.
Thus far, the reviews are exceedingly favorable. I suspect this will not be the last of new versions of Austen’s adored novel. (For a fun take on the many version currently out, read this article from A.V. Club.
Several news sources have slammed Renée Zellweger’s face recently. Slate.com said “But when fallen It Girls like Zellweger re-emerge in middle age with radically retooled faces, we can’t look away.” Comments on Twitter ranged from snarky to snide.
In Hollywood, women over 40 are almost always visually wrong in some way. Either they look too done, too old, too fat, too thin, too saggy, or too tight. There’s a reason we all swoon over Helen Mirren. (She has confessed to considering plastic surgery but says she hasn’t gone under the knife yet.) She looks impossibly beautiful at 69. Ms. Mirren, however, is a rarity. Most actresses over 40 are marginalized or consigned to dowdy roles.
If you’re like me and you like going to museums, you’re probably a secret people watcher too. (Or maybe it’s just me….) I love watching how people respond to art, how they hold themselves back to see a painting from a distance, or scurry past a statue that seems, to them, hideous.
I’ve been a Lera Lynn fan since my sister Sarah first heard her perform in Athens, Georgia at a R.E.M. tribute concert in 2011. (My sister called me from the theater and said “Ben and I are listening to this amazing singer. She’s going to be big.”) I promptly looked Lera up on Google and fell hard for her. This video and this song both blew me away then and still blow me away today.
Since then, I’ve seen Lera play live four times–once at my husband’s 60th birthday party!–and she’s mesmerized the audience each time. And, as my sister predicted, she’s becoming big. Her latest coup: This article and featured video at Rolling Stone.
The topic of this book fascinates me. So much is written about romantic love–in both fiction and non–but, for much of our lives, our friendships with others play every bit as great a role in our happiness. Women’s fiction routinely deals with female friendships– The Myth of You and Me, Snow Flower and the Secret Fan, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhoodall come to mind. This book which is described as “unique stories of failed friendships” is a series of essays written by women about the friends they’ve loved and lost.
What are your favorite books about female friendships?