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Womanizing – It takes two

Posted by sdrury on December 14, 2009

So. In the last year we’ve found out that Rick Pitino, David Letterman and Tiger Woods all cheated on their wives. Which, hey, it happens. What’s troublesome is that the mistresses involved, and yes this is pure speculation, probably didn’t score in the upper reaches of the SATs. Again, not much of a surprise at least as far as “the other woman” stereotype. Men tend not to conduct affairs with women who’ve attained advanced degrees. Mostly because smarter, more accomplished are harder to impress. I’m sure it happens once in a while, but not often.

What I’d like to know is when NOW or some other major woman’s group or, better yet, Oprah (being that she knows everything) is going to call out these harlots. “Ladies, it’s bad enough we’re objectified in magazines, restaurants and auto shops, but every time you get jiggy with one of these married, famous types, it sets the cause of women’s rights back a notch. So stop it.” Every time it happens it only accentuates the gender imbalance.

We don’t hear about construction workers hooking up with say, Olympic figure skaters…Ok, maybe that’s a bad example…We don’t hear of grocery clerks hooking up with Pop Divas, do we? When we hear about Madonna’s or Britney’s flings it’s usually with someone we’ve heard about before. Not so when the roles are reversed.

The female equivalent to a womanizer is a slut. The difference in connotations between those two words is a measure of the work yet to be done on gender equity.


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Living in Greenville

Posted by sdrury on November 21, 2009

It’s always nice to have your judgement confirmed. I recently moved to Greenville, South Carolina from Northeastern Pennsylvania. I grew up in the Scranton area and it will always hold a special place in my heart, but the area is dying a slow, painful death. Rather than bash it, I’ll extol the virtues of my new home. I had been to Greenville before as a visitor and when the chance came to move here I jumped at it.

I’ve only been here for a short time but I’m continually surprised by it. Despite being smaller than Scranton it has more cultural opportunities than my old home ever had or ever will have. The first inclination for many will be that in a town this size (roughly 60,000) in the South God and guns must rule the roost. The importance of church-going is an undeniable fact of life here and it’s impossible to ignore. Yet the prevalence of the arts (galleries, concerts, literature, college life) is equally, if not more omnipotent, at least in downtown Greenville. Now, I know I sound like a mouthpiece for the convention and visitors bureau here (ok, the Carolina Foothills are just to the north, the beach three hours away and Charlotte and Atlanta are popular day trips).

As if that’s not enough there are some truly wonderful ethnic restaurants also. I’m no gastronome, but I know good eats when I have them. Yes, that’s right ethnic restaurants in Greenville, South Carolina. And by ethnic I don’t mean pizza joints, diners and Taco Bell. I’m talking Colombian, Belgian, Brazilian, Cuban, French, Middle Eastern. And there’s a burgeoning slow and organic food movement. Although all the precincts have not been tallied, I’m pretty confident I made a good decision. I have the pictures to prove it.

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In the sky, on the ground

Posted by sdrury on September 2, 2009

I saw leaves falling from trees for the first time this morning; autumn nears…

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Posted by sdrury on August 31, 2009

Today the skies were cloudy. A gauzy, cottony gray lay overhead for most of the day. Occasionally, there was a trickle of rain but nothing to fuss about. People walked without an umbrella, without fear that their plans would be interrupted. By dinner time, it seemed the day might pass without rain, defying the predictions of local meteorologists. Weather has a way of doing that. But then, as dinner was ending for many people, the skies opened and the rain came down. The clouds formed and re-formed in the sky as the rain fell, steady and unspectacular. No lightning, no thunder. The umbrellas appeared while it rained and rained for an hour or two. Gray clouds supplanted the white ones and it was hard to tell if this was because darkness was nearing or because the rain would intensify. And it was around this time that the sun magically, peeling away from the clouds, near the horizon and the rain stopped. Like a tiny bird emerging from its egg for the first time, the sun presented itself to the world. Some people stopped to notice the sky revealing this orange-pink gift. The reflection was on the glass windows of shops that had already closed. The wet asphalt flickered with light. Several people shook the water from their umbrellas. Some, still waiting to be seated for their dinner, turned to face the western sky in admiration. One little girl, no more than five or six, was lifted up onto her Dad’s shoulders so she could answer her own syntactically wrong but perfectly understandable question, “What people are looking at?” This lasted several minutes and people went back to whatever they were doing. People who turned the corner of Main, down to Augusta were greeted with this and remarked with wonder at this unexpected sight as they walked to their cars. I walked to my car, too, wishing, again, for the millionth time that she could have been there.

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Open Windows

Posted by sdrury on August 26, 2009

Falling asleep with the windows open is one of the forgotten pleasures of summer. The traffic hums in the distance; the cicadas chatter distractedly; firecrackers pop a few blocks away; snippets of conversation are caught on the sly. Gradually, the silence becomes noticeable, a partner to the steady evening breeze and together they ease you into sleep. The morning comes and you’re woken not by any noise but by the sun pouring into your eyelids. You get up before everyone else and make yourself a coffee or juice. You slink out to your patio or deck and hear people beginning their day. Car doors open and close. Engines rev. Birds sing. Street lights dim. You watch the rustling and stand quietly, sipping your drink. You pretend for a moment, that you’re a person of privilege, and that all this din is being done for your benefit. And then you realize it’s August and days like this will soon be gone, deferred for the colorful autumn and the white of winter. So, you hope you can sleep with the windows open again tonight.

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