Let’s start this year on a positive note.
Because we know it’s gonna be a bumpy ride!
Like many who knew and loved Anita, I was shocked by her death, which was announced last night. My Facebook feed blew up as so many people of our NYC era felt compelled, as I did, to say something about this remarkable woman.
I met Anita when she was the DJ at the Mudd Club, my home away from home on weekends. My pal, the brilliant designer Robert Molnar, worked the door and very kindly let me in for free as I usually didn’t have the cash to pay the paltry entrance fee. Anita and I got to talking every time I was there and I was always in awe not just of her glamazon style but the depth of her musical knowledge. Everyone knew her. Everyone wanted to be her.
We stayed in touch sporadically over the years and I recently saw her at Marcus Leatherdale’s photo show in April. She looked amazing and was full of energy and her usual wit and we made plans to make plans, and then I got super-busy…as we do. And now she’s gone.
My friend Vivien Goldman made an especially brutal and honest observation that women of a certain age, once lauded for their skills and their savvy and their perennial grooviness, now have no value in our society. The writer Michael Musto made the same comment – that Anita felt marginalized and despaired of her professional future. I totally understand the feeling. The NYC world we came of age in doesn’t exist any more. I am very lucky to have a niche as a ghostwriter now because there is no way I could have survived as a journalist – which Anita evidently struggled with as she tried to reinvent herself. (It must have been especially disheartening when 22-year-old idiots are paid six figures to DJ a party and she couldn’t get work.)
That she succumbed to the depression lurking in all of us is heartbreaking.
So many Lurchers, so little time. How times flies when I’m glued to my desk and the world (aka the Republicans in Congress) descends into chaos! Honestly, there are so many ridiculous things to comment about that I’m sorry I’ve been so busy (and am about to get busier). Let me just say that I sometimes wish for a healthier dollop of Decrepitude whenever I try to parse one of the sentences that spews forth from the Donald. Have you noticed his extremely peculiar manner of talking? He says “very” very often; makes an idiotic pronouncement; then sort of tries to backpedal.
I mention this only because it’s a lot easier to focus on his grammar than to realize American citizens actually think he is worth voting for.
You may have noticed my absence for the last week. Blame Apple. (I sure can’t blame whoever did what was done in the photo here! LOL) Blame this rotten MacBook Pro that has been defective from day one. They had to replace the logic board and the computer seems to be working better than it ever has….for now (knock wood). I hate it and the smug faces of the Geniuses who say they never need to replace defective computers because “they can always be fixed.” So….I was machine-less and stressed-out, and now that I’m back up, I am so crazed on deadline that I need to take a summer hiatus from Lurching. There’s lots to Lurch about (especially the bilge spewed by The Donald–what a chump!) and I am feeling more Decrepit than even but I’ll have to bite my tongue and vent in a tizzy in September. See you then.
Back in the Middle Ages when I was growing up, there were certain TV shows we loved to watch: The Man from U.N.C.L.E, The Prisoner, and The Avengers. Shows Lurchers should know well.
One of the reasons I loved The Avengers so much wasn’t just due to Diana Rigg’s saucy sexiness as Mrs. Peel–it was the sophisticated banter and the sexual tension she had with her costar, Patrick Macnee, who just died at the age of 93.
With his bowler hat and his furled umbrella (concealing a weapon; after fighting for years WWII, he refused to carry a gun, even on a TV show, bless his heart), he had a naughty twinkle and a delicious smile that made him extra-compelling to watch for a little girl who’d never seen an Englishman like that before, much less believed they existed.
Once Diana left the show, it lost some of its luster, but Patrick never lost his.
Two flags, two triumphs, although one is serious and one is…well, read on.
Bree Newsome had the guts to scale the flagpole outside the Statehouse of South Carolina and cut down the Confederate flag. “We removed the flag today because we can’t wait any longer,” she said in a statement. “We can’t continue like this another day. It’s time for a new chapter where we are sincere about dismantling white supremacy and building toward true racial justice and equality.” Of course she was arrested for defacing a public monument. Of course the flag went back up less than an hour later. But the point was made. Take that, Nikki Haley, you opportunistic hypocrite!
At the Gay Pride parade in London, CNN reporter Lucy Pawle was so eager to get a scoop that she mistook a black flag emblazoned with symbols of sex toys as an emblem of the hateful Isis. She said these symbols clearly weren’t Arabic but it was definitely an Isis flag. Oops, wrong butt plug! See for yourself: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/06/27/cnn-isis-flag-gay-pride_n_7679298.html.
Now that’s what I call newsworthy.
You have to wonder how the stars were aligned for such monumental decisions to have taken place in such a short time. Gay marriage legalized…Obamacare saved yet again…the Confederate flag seen as the symbol of racist hate that it actually is…. And in Adoption Land, the heinous wretch behind years of trafficking in Guatemala, Susana Luarca, was sentenced to 18 years in prison, and the JCICS, the lobbying group that sanctioned the unethical crimes of its members for most of its existence, is shutting down. Whoa!
What a tragedy, though, that so many people had to suffer and die for these monumental decisions to have come to fruition.