NYC Resumes Indoor Dining -- Sorta

So the good news is that NYC restaurants may offer indoor dining again on September 30th. But it comes with all kinds of rules that almost make it pointless -- 25% capacity, temperture checks at the door, tables at least 6 feet apart, strict air-filtration requirements, at least one diner must leave contact tracing info with the management, masks on at all times except when at the table, no bar service. I don't know how any of these restaurants, with all this extra work and limited clientele, will be able to earn enough money each night to make this worth it. Also, these rules really show that re-starting indoor dining probably isn't safe and worth doing. But the desire for normality is strong -- even if the way to make "normal" possible is totally bizarre. 

The Timelessness of Edith Wharton & Dorothy Parker

Two NYC writers are celebrating milestones this year -- many decades after their deaths. Both are women, both were trailblazers in their times, and both are legends today.

First, Edith Wharton. One of the most successful writers of her era, Wharton was born in NYC in 1862 to a wealthy family. She was a debutante, loved traveling the world, and eventually settled in Paris. She never published anything until she was 40, but then published many acclaimed books like The House of Mirth and Summer, as well as novellas and short stories. But her masterpiece, her most acclaimed work, the one that has enshrined Wharton's legend, is The Age of Innocence. Celebrating its 100th birthday this year, the novel was published when Wharton was nearly 60 years old and won the Pulitzer Prize. The plot concerns a wealthy lawyer named Newbold Archer in 19th century NYC who is set to marry a kind, dull woman named May but finds himself falling in love with a woman named Ellen who is fleeing a bad marriage from a Polish count. This is probably the most powerful, painful story ever written about unfulfilled love and passion, of romantic roads not taken, of the choices we make and avoid. The book was turned into a big movie in 1993, directed by Martin Scorsese, who called it, believe it or not, one of the most violent stories he ever directed. You should read this great analysis of the novel, the film, and what it's like to read this 19th century story, written in the 20th century, now in the 21st century. 

Next, Dorothy Parker. She was an all-around writer -- essays, reporting, poetry, screenplays, plays, and short stories. Born in New Jersey in 1893, she lived and died in NYC in 1967. She wrote constantly, about everything, for everyone, and was a key member of the Alquonquin Roundtable. She had many wild love affairs and marriages, becoming a very notable wit -- "Men seldom make passes to girls who wear glasses" is probably her most famous quote. Among Parker's most notable works: she wrote the script for the original 1937 move A Star is Born, remade many times, most recently with Lady Gaga. She was also an activist: upon her death, she left all her money to the NAACP. And in death she kept being a riot: her ashes spent years being passed around from a crematorium to lawyers' offices to a filing cabinet in Baltimore. Now Dorothy Parker is back in NYC forever -- her ashes were recently interred in Woodlawn Cemetry in the Bronx, joining a prestigious group of people in the afterlife. (Welcome home, Dorothy!) A movie about Dorothy Parker was made in 1994 with Jennifer Jason Leigh playing the lady herself. It's very funny!

"Metropolitan" @ 30 and "Grey Gardens" @ 45

American society venerates wealth.

We love money. We are a capitalist and Calvinist people -- we believe that accumulating dough is a smart and moral thing to do; that people who have "made it", who have "lived the American dream" possess not only intelligence and talent but also a kind of virtue, an inherent goodness -- because, of course, all of their wealth came from "hard work."

Yes, this is the big lie we tell ourselves when it comes to wealth in America -- that it is mostly gained through effort and diligence, through "grit" and perseverance -- not luck or privilege or anything else. As a relatively young country, we Americans love to hold ourselves apart from other older nations and societies where wealth was attained so long ago that no one remembers how it was gotten in the first place and that is simply passed down from century to century without merit. No, in America we earn our money -- and anyone who doesn't recognize our "hard work" and virtue in attaining it, any government that seeks to tax it, and anyone who dares criticize it is "anti-American." 

Case closed! 

What's also, I'm sure to some, "anti-American" is losing wealth, of having all your hard-won money and its residual privileges fade away. No, in America we believe that wealth should beget more wealth (it often does), that making more and more and more and more money is the only way to go -- it's not enough to live the American dream once, oh no, you and your family must keep living it over and over and over again ...

The America dream, this virtuous pursuit of wealth, is endless -- and exhausting. 

So at the risk of seeming "anti-American", at the risk of going against our country's mythology, I will state proudly that I love stories about decaying wealth and privilege -- of fallen status, of dissipation. Why? Perhaps because I have a tragic sense of life. Perhaps because stories of failure are, in so many ways, more interesting and revealing about human nature than stories of success.

This is a long way to say that this troubled year marks the odd anniversaries of two very different but nonetheless brilliant films about decaying American wealth and privilege -- the documentary Grey Gardens from 1975 and the comedy Metropolitan from 1990.

Both are about white people who grew up in wealth and have seen or are seeing it slip away. Grey Gardens is about Jackie O's cousins the Beales, a mother and daughter living in squalor in their once gorgeous Hamptons home. They spend their days remembering their time as grande dames of New York society, anger and rage and confusion at their plight popping up every so often. Metropolitan is a much more genteal but nontheless honest look at NYC debutantes who are increasingly aware that the wealth and privilege they grew up in, the glowing world they expected as children to inherit, might not always be there for them -- and they don't know what to do about it (one character says he'll solve it by marrying a rich woman).

Although both films are over a quarter, and almost a half-century, old, in this age of deep income inquality, of white rage and diviseness, of institutionalized racism and sexism finally being held to account, of the horizon of the American dream shrinking, they feel more prophetic and relevant than ever before about how wealth and privilege ultimately lead to a kind of insanity and misery. 

I've blogged about both before so, instead of doing so again, I'll include links to my previous posts as well as recent profiles of the films and people involved here and here and here and here.

This is anti-Americanism as its very finest -- and funniest. It's the dark and darkly comic side of the American dream, of the emptiness of money and materialism and status, and of how the gaping whole of need that exists within all of us can never be filled by them. 

Tom Seaver & Sophia Farrar RIP

We lost two important but very different NYC icons this week. They were people who did good and did right by their city -- and both were closely identified with Queens.

Tom Seaver was a legendary baseball player who, within three years of its creation, led the Mets to its first World Series victory in 1969 (along with Joe Namath leading the Jets to a Super Bowl victory that same year, it was a great time for NYC sports). Dubbed the "Miracle Mets" during his time with the team in the late 1960s and early 1970s, Seaver not only won a World Series but was also one of the best pitchers the game has ever seen, striking out batters at an amazing rate -- over 3600 strike outs in his career, placing him 6th on the all-time list. He played for other teams later in his career but his time with the Mets has gone into the history books. He has died at the age of 75.

Sophia Ferrar was a very regular person who found herself thrust into history in a very unwanted way. On the night of March 13, 1964, Kitty Genovese was murdered into Forest Hills, one of the most notorious murders in NYC history. Allegedly her screams were heard and ignored by roughly 38 people -- although this has been hotly disputed over time. But what isn't in dispute is that Sophia, on that night, heard Kitty's screams in the middle of the night, got dressed, ran through alleyways to find her, then held and comforted Kitty in her final moments until the ambulance came. Sophia was a hero. She was a good samaritan. She was a great New Yorker. She has passed away at 92. 

Remembering "Kate & Allie" (1984-1989)

The TV comedy premise of two divorced women moving in together and re-starting their lives has found new life on Netflix: the streamer has two such shows, Grace & Frankie and Raven's Home. But the origin of this concept was Kate & Allie, a popular and very NYC-based show from the 1980s (on ... CBS!), that's largely forgotten today.

Kate and Allie are recently divorced middle-aged ladies with three children between them. They have moved into a Greenwich Village apartment, dealing with the challenges of single-parenting together, making up an impromtu family. While the show was "edgy" for '80s TV (Divorce! No men! Set in NYC!) it had your old-school basic sitcom format -- something would happen, hilarity and confusion would ensue, a resolution would be found, and important life lessons would be learned. It was unrelentingly wholesome, promoting "traditional family values."

And all on videotape!

Seinfeld this was not (in fact, it went off the air just a few weeks before that other classic NYC sitcom would premiere) but it was a smart, occasionally funny, and very white show, an artifact of its era. Kate was played by Susan Saint James (a popular actress from the 1970s show McMillan & Wife) and Allie was Jane Curtin (a few years after her run in the original cast of Saturday Night Live). Their kids were played by, among others, Alison Smith and Ari Meyers who went to mildly successful careers afterwards. 

A couple of interesting things about this show.

First, since it was about two women living together, and on TV during the Reagan era, CBS apparently told the producers to make it very, very clear that Kate and Allie were not lesbians. In fact, they tried to get each episode to end with them withdrawing into seperate bedrooms. The non-romantic nature of their relationship was hammered home a lot.

Second, Kate & Allie was a rare thing for the 1980s -- a show set and made in NYC (the only other sitcom shot here then was The Cosby Show). One thing that distinguished it from most sitcoms of its time was that each episode had a "cold open" where Kate and Allie (or their kids) would be filmed on the streets of NYC, with no audience or laugh track obviously, making an observation about the city and its people. It firmly established the show as rooted here and gave it a real city-vibe. As a kid who lived in NYC then, it was nice to see a show that took pride in being set here, unlike most shows that were set in anonymous suburbs in middle America.

I don't know if Kate & Allie is streaming anywhere but you can find lots of episodes of it on YouTube. Enjoy!

Le Sigh

Yet another story about how New Yorkers are "fleeing" the city for the suburbs. Oh yes, they're marching on out of the mean-pandemic infested five boroughs and into the arms of the everluvin' clean suburbs in hordes. 

Le sigh.

This is the kind of myopic nonsense that makes our world all kinds of eff-ed up. Yes, ok, so some New Yorkers are leaving the city, and the stress of the pandemic is what's obviously causing this unusual spike in people moving to the suburbs. But it's not like the city is emptying out, a metaphorical draining bathtub, soon to swirl the drain. It's a bunch of people who were thinking about moving to the suburbs before the pandemic anyway and decided to go sooner rather than later. Or they're idiots who think the city is somehow doomed and think in the very short term. 

But if you read this story you'd think it's a phenomenon, and a huge crises for NYC. Just wait -- in a few years you'll see stories about people who left NYC during this time and now regret it, trying to find some way back into the place they abandoned. They'll discover that the school and services are no where near as good as they were in NYC -- and that the property taxes are way higher than they thought. And I will laugh and laugh! 

By the way NYC itself has great suburbs. I know, I live in them -- and love it!

Cardi B on the Census and her WAP

Ms. B is quickly becoming my favorite New Yorker -- smart, tough, sexy, talented, and civically-engaged. She loves to talk about why it's important to vote, fill out the census, and her WAP. She's using her considerable power for good -- in every possible way. 

I'm at a point in my life where, when times seem crazy, I think "What would Cardi do?"

The Women's Rights Pioneers Monument in Central Park

In a time when so much seems to be disposable or on the eve of destruction, it's always heartwarming to see something new being built -- and built to last -- even it's just something as simple as a monument.

Monuments are the subject of much controversy these days, especially in the South where monuments to Confederate generals and icons are being gradually removed. Here in NYC, the controversy hasn't been about what monuments have been erected as much as about which ones haven't been -- namely monuments to women and people and color.

That changed, a least a bit, this week with the unveiling of the Women's Rights Pioneers Monument in Central Park. It features three three leading suffragettes in American history -- Sojourner Truth, Susan B. Anthony, and Elizabeth Cady Stanton. The three of them, in very different ways, helped give voice to previously voiceless women and helped them win the right to vote.

But there's been controversy about them -- and thus this monument. Sojourner Truth was the leading black women's voice of her day ("Ain't I a woman?") but Anthony and Stanton, while strong women's advocates, were virulent racists who believed that only white people -- male or female -- should be allowed to vote. Sadly the suffragette movement was, like so much of American history, deeply racist and divided. This monument's development mirrors this chequered past -- originally only Anthony and Stanton were going to be part of the monument until objections forced Truth's inclusion. 

Yet here it is. And it's a good thing too! In my opinion, when it comes to monuments, all Confederate monuments should be torn down and all new ones should be dedicated to women and people of color. It's about damn time!

The Very First Opening Sketch and the Very First Monologue on the Very First Episode of "Saturday Night Live" - October 11, 1975

Did you know that future President Bill Clinton and future First Lady/Secretary of State/United States Senator from New York Hillary Clinton also got married on this very same day?

Jerry Seinfeld on the Fate of NYC

Man-oh-man that Jerry Seinfeld has a way with words.

Today the comedy legend published an op-ed where he takes aim at anyone who thinks that NYC is "dead" due to the COVID-19 pandemic. As always, his genius is to communicate, in a few short words, in a pithy phrase, so much emotional truth that it bowls you over.

To sum up the idea of leaving New York for simpler environs: "Are ... You ... Kidding ... Me? ... I will never abandon New York City. Ever."

He rejects the idea of "remote everything" taking over the world: "There's no energy ... Crazy places like New York City," the energy that people congregating here, creates a lifeforce that cannot be replicated in any other way..."

And the real conclusion: "Because of all the real, tough New Yorkers who, unlike you [the people who abandoned it], loved it and understood it, stayed and rebuilt it." 

Count Mr NYC as one of them.

Thanks Mr. Seinfeld.