Emily Nussbaumtag:,2008-09-29:/32008-10-23T03:06:57ZMovable Type Pro 4.21-enUpdike and the Womentag:www.emilynussbaum.com,2008://3.69162008-10-27T18:29:18Z2008-10-23T03:06:57ZYou can read this story on the New York website by following the link below....New Yorkhttp://www.emilynussbaum.com
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What Tina Fey Would Do for a SoyJoytag:www.emilynussbaum.com,2008://3.69152008-10-13T22:35:20Z2008-10-09T22:58:16ZYou can read this story on the New York website by following the link below....New Yorkhttp://www.emilynussbaum.com
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In Conversation: Gloria Steinem and Suheir Hammadtag:www.collisiondetection.net,2008:/emily//3.69102008-10-06T18:27:32Z2008-09-30T18:34:47ZWhen Suheir Hammad arrives at Gloria Steinem's apartment on the Upper East Side—the same one Steinem has lived in since 1968—the two embrace like old friends. Then Sarah Palin comes up. "What is going on?" yells Hammad. Steinem grins and...New Yorkhttp://www.emilynussbaum.com
When Suheir Hammad arrives at Gloria Steinem's apartment on the Upper East Side—the same one Steinem has lived in since 1968—the two embrace like old friends. Then Sarah Palin comes up. "What is going on?" yells Hammad. Steinem grins and shrugs. She's been working all day on an op-ed. "It's such an insult," she says. Hammad is 35; Steinem is 74. The child of poor Palestinian immigrants, Hammad was raised in Sunset Park, Brooklyn, then became a poet and activist (her movie Salt of This Sea premiered at Cannes). "She is the embodiment of the global reach of feminism," says
The Man in the Bushestag:www.collisiondetection.net,2008:/emily//3.69092008-09-14T18:18:50Z2008-10-09T22:21:25ZI first meet Ron Galella when I break into his home. The notorious paparazzo and his wife, Betty, live in a neoclassical megamansion in rural New Jersey. There's a white marble fountain out front; columns frame the front door. It's...New Yorkhttp://www.emilynussbaum.com
I first meet Ron Galella when I break into his home. The notorious paparazzo and his wife, Betty, live in a neoclassical megamansion in rural New Jersey. There's a white marble fountain out front; columns frame the front door. It's no surprise that an HBO scout once showed up, interested in renting the place as Tony Soprano's home. (They passed because there was no pool in the backyard, only a rabbit cemetery.) At the base of the stairs is a slab of concrete imprinted, Hollywood Walk of Fame style, with Galella's handprints and his looping signature. I walk up and
Sarah Jessica Parker Would Like a Few Words With Carrie Bradshawtag:www.collisiondetection.net,2008:/emily//3.69082008-05-04T18:08:11Z2008-10-09T22:21:45ZWe're on the corner of West 10th and Hudson Streets when the young woman appears. "Excuse me," she says. "I'm your biggest fan." The girl is stylish, faintly mod, with enormous fringed pinwheels for eyes. She's speaking very quickly in...New Yorkhttp://www.emilynussbaum.com
We're on the corner of West 10th and Hudson Streets when the young woman appears. "Excuse me," she says. "I'm your biggest fan." The girl is stylish, faintly mod, with enormous fringed pinwheels for eyes. She's speaking very quickly in a British accent and rifling through her handbag for something I can't quite see. "I love your eyelashes," says Sarah Jessica Parker. "Thank you!" says Pinwheels, digging deeper. "I have a denim brand. It's British. And I would absolutely die if I could give you a pair." "Well, you don't have to," says Parker. "You just tell me the name,
The Nuclear Family, Explodedtag:www.collisiondetection.net,2007:/emily//3.69042007-08-13T17:16:44Z2008-10-09T22:22:06Z"Mommy, mom, mommy!" yells Mestawit, racing into the room. A tiny extrovert with her hair pulled into two puffs, the 4-year-old is thrilled to find an audience waiting for her with a tape recorder. She struts in a silver cape,...New Yorkhttp://www.emilynussbaum.com
"Mommy, mom, mommy!" yells Mestawit, racing into the room. A tiny extrovert with her hair pulled into two puffs, the 4-year-old is thrilled to find an audience waiting for her with a tape recorder. She struts in a silver cape, showing off a drawing she plans to send to her cousins back in the orphanage in Ethiopia. "This is a sun, this is a tree, this is a tree house," she explains, poking the page. "And this is a pizza." Tracy Tullis curls on a chaise to the side, observing her daughter with a bemused expression. Elegant and dry- humored,
The Long Contag:www.collisiondetection.net,2007:/emily//3.69072007-06-18T17:52:50Z2008-10-09T22:20:48ZDavid Chase, you sadist. We trusted you, and then you turned on us—and maybe we deserved it. Since The Sopranos' premiere in 1999, critics have preached that it was like nothing else on television: It was novelistic (Dickensian!), cinematic (Fellini-esque!),...New Yorkhttp://www.emilynussbaum.com
David Chase, you sadist. We trusted you, and then you turned on us—and maybe we deserved it. Since The Sopranos' premiere in 1999, critics have preached that it was like nothing else on television: It was novelistic (Dickensian!), cinematic (Fellini-esque!), iconic (Is there any other show where most viewers still watch the opening credits?), a metaphor for Bush's America. The implication has always been that at last, TV was playing way out of its league. But HBO's slogan aside, The Sopranos was TV—and great because of that fact, not despite it. Chase was the first TV creator to truly take
The Incredible Shrinking Modeltag:www.collisiondetection.net,2008:/emily//3.68822007-02-17T19:08:09Z2008-10-09T22:21:04ZBackstage at the Carlos Miele show, all the accents are Russian. The models are rubbing off makeup, having transformed from Miele's glamorous jet-setters back into harried teenagers. They look skinny but not cadaverous. Yet after a week in the Bryant...New Yorkhttp://www.emilynussbaum.com
Backstage at the Carlos Miele show, all the accents are Russian. The models are rubbing off makeup, having transformed from Miele's glamorous jet-setters back into harried teenagers. They look skinny but not cadaverous. Yet after a week in the Bryant Park tents, I realize I can't trust my own judgment: It's already become impossible to see the difference between thin and thin. I walk up to Nataliya Gotsii, who grimaces when I ask her about new industry guidelines on eating disorders. Everyone at Fashion Week makes this face when I raise the subject: After a year of media coverage criticizing
Say Everythingtag:www.collisiondetection.net,2007:/emily//3.69062007-02-12T18:41:54Z2008-10-09T22:20:28Z"Yeah, I am naked on the Internet," says Kitty Ostapowicz, laughing. "But I've always said I wouldn't ever put up anything I wouldn't want my mother to see." She hands me a Bud Lite. Kitty, 26, is a bartender at...New Yorkhttp://www.emilynussbaum.com
"Yeah, I am naked on the Internet," says Kitty Ostapowicz, laughing. "But I've always said I wouldn't ever put up anything I wouldn't want my mother to see." She hands me a Bud Lite. Kitty, 26, is a bartender at Kabin in the East Village, and she is frankly adorable, with bright-red hair, a button nose, and pretty features. She knows it, too: Kitty tells me that she used to participate in "ratings communities," like "nonuglies," where people would post photos to be judged by strangers. She has a MySpace page and a Livejournal. And she tells me that the
Mothers Anonymoustag:www.collisiondetection.net,2006:/emily//3.69052006-07-17T17:26:44Z2008-09-30T17:40:53Z11:37 A.M. "I just found out that my DH [dear husband] is cheating on me while he's away in europe. I have an email from the woman planning additional time together. I don't want to continue a life with a...New Yorkhttp://www.emilynussbaum.com
11:37 A.M. "I just found out that my DH [dear husband] is cheating on me while he's away in europe. I have an email from the woman planning additional time together. I don't want to continue a life with a cheater . . . feel so sick and lonely. what do i do now?" 10:24 P.M. "I drink. I love it. It is my best friend sometimes. but other times it is my enemy. I get so lonely sometimes and it quells me. anybody here experience the same thing?" 8:21 P.M. "I'm a sahm with 2 dc. I have a
‘Envy’: Don’t Even Try to Analyze Thistag:www.collisiondetection.net,2005:/emily//3.68872005-07-17T22:12:36Z2008-09-29T22:17:41ZKathryn Harrison is a wonderful writer. It seems important to get that on the table right away, since for most readers, her name will elicit one fact: Kathryn Harrison wrote a memoir about having slept with her father. Back in...The New York Timeshttp://www.emilynussbaum.com
Kathryn Harrison is a wonderful writer. It seems important to get that on the table right away, since for most readers, her name will elicit one fact: Kathryn Harrison wrote a memoir about having slept with her father. Back in 1997, that notoriously hyperpublicized book, "The Kiss" -- in which she recounted an affair she had in her 20's with the father she had not seen since she was a child -- set critics scratching furiously at the welts it raised in the culture, largely neglecting the book in the process for its lurid cover story. In the hubbub, few
Some Like It Hottag:www.collisiondetection.net,2004:/emily//3.68842004-05-23T21:08:45Z2008-09-29T21:11:18ZFROM an early age, every reader learns how to flip to the good parts, whether one happens to be thumbing through Judy Blume, Philip Roth or Leviticus. But there's a breed of book that provides a better payoff for such...The New York Timeshttp://www.emilynussbaum.comThe End of the Surprise Endingtag:www.collisiondetection.net,2004:/emily//3.68862004-05-09T22:05:49Z2008-10-04T22:45:18ZFor most viewers, this year's Super Bowl Sunday was memorable mainly for Janet Jackson's infamous wardrobe malfunction. But for fans of "Survivor: All-Stars," the top-rated contest among the show's former champions, the night has become notable for another type of...The New York Timeshttp://www.emilynussbaum.com
For most viewers, this year's Super Bowl Sunday was memorable mainly for Janet Jackson's infamous wardrobe malfunction. But for fans of "Survivor: All-Stars," the top-rated contest among the show's former champions, the night has become notable for another type of exposure. The series made its debut immediately after the game, and minutes after the first contestant was bounced from paradise, an anonymous gremlin posted a massive "spoiler" on the entertainment Web site Ain't It Cool News -- a detailed list of upcoming plot twists. Even some fans who had deliberately sought the document out regretted reading it. What fun was
Same Night, Same Channel, Same Giant Bummertag:www.collisiondetection.net,2004:/emily//3.68912004-04-18T22:39:44Z2008-09-29T22:45:51ZTo fans of the WB's recently canceled "Angel," the writer Tim Minear is known affectionately as the Tim Reaper: the master of the fatal plot twist. But most recently, he's been on the other side of the scythe — helming...The New York Timeshttp://www.emilynussbaum.com
To fans of the WB's recently canceled "Angel," the writer Tim Minear is known affectionately as the Tim Reaper: the master of the fatal plot twist. But most recently, he's been on the other side of the scythe — helming two acclaimed hourlong dramas in two seasons, only to see each canceled before it had much of a chance to win an audience. In 2002, he was an executive producer on the Fox space western "Firefly" along with its creator, Joss Whedon — only to see their series scheduled in the "Friday night death slot," broadcast out of order, then
Reruns: The Evil Geniuses of Kiddie Schlocktag:www.collisiondetection.net,2004:/emily//3.68892004-02-15T23:28:20Z2008-10-04T22:57:58ZHave you ever thought you liked a terrible song just because you remembered it, mistaking mere recollection for actual nostalgia? That's the way it is for me and "H. R. Pufnstuf." I thought I had fond memories of the show...The New York Timeshttp://www.emilynussbaum.com
Have you ever thought you liked a terrible song just because you remembered it, mistaking mere recollection for actual nostalgia? That's the way it is for me and "H. R. Pufnstuf." I thought I had fond memories of the show until I had a chance to see it again, to hear the shrieks of an angry Witchie-Poo (the actress Billie Hayes in a ketchup-red wig), to be assaulted by swirling Day-Glo colors and a Freudian plot featuring a talking flute. Turns out that when I was 7, I had really, really bad taste. Then again, maybe that's the glory of