Easter, Roundabout In a few weeks, Lord willing, my wife and I will take a first class vacation across the country in celebration of being married thirty years. I look forward to this, inordinately, in much the same way I looked forward to school starting in the fifth grade, and the yearly ritual of new..
Something to think about My blog yesterday earned a heartbreaking response from a man who identified himself as “Just Another Sad Husband.” I think our exchange is a reasonably good read. Since I started writing about sex here and there in my blog, I’ve had people confess similar sorts of problems, and even a few..
“..come together again so that Satan will not tempt you because of your lack of self-control…” I’m blessed not only with a good wife, who has abiding contempt for feminism, but lots of female friends who hold toxic man-hatred in contempt as well. This is more or less a planned reality on my part, because..
Are we even allowed to love plant managers? I’ve written about this before, but during a conversation the other day about the role of sex in redemptive films, I thought of another way of illustrating it. Picture a father and his adult son pondering a serving of Atlantic lobster in a fine restaurant: Son: Drawn..
Story Dollars Stories are cheap. We tell them to each other every day. I write them here for free, except for what little ad revenue comes in off my blog. In keeping with my resolution to think “keenly” about spending a small fortune making a movie, I wanted to riff a little on what prompts..
So there’s a film that can’t be finished, right now at least, because the director is alleged to be some sort of sexual predator and all the attention and speculation is giving the predator “health issues.” The details of this particular story, for the sake of my inquiry, don’t matter. This is just one of..
Okay, well, that’s not going to happen, but.. The good news is that it all gets better, kids. With time. With Age. The women I know, in my generation–those who are happily married and even just those who have come to terms with the wonder of working and living on this beautiful orb–don’t measure existence..
Al Franken, Lust, and Public Scrutiny I was a guest at a “great man’s” home in Newport Beach years ago. The man, (we will call him “Charlie”), had just returned from a wedding, and he was amused by an awkward toast given by a friend. “So there he is,” Charlie observed, laughing at his memory,..
The #MeToo Stories Gotta say I was shocked to read some of the detail reported in the #MeToo posts I saw yesterday, by both women and a few men. When you read phrases like “friend’s dad” and “hated the locker room” and “had to fight back,” I get a better sense for why my wife..
The Age of the Image Anyone else think it strange, or at least inadequately considered, that Hugh Hefner should receive a loving pop-culture send-off upon his death, just about a week before the news cycle was flooded with Harvey Weinstein’s tale of epic sexual harassment? On the one hand, we were invited to ponder Hefner’s..