What I Know for Sure About Women

John Cusack posted this, bit by bit, on Twitter today.  His tweets are always intellectual, but this impressed me.  I found it thought provoking and worthy of sharing.  I don’t find much so.

What I Know for Sure About Women

By Mark Leyner

1. Even little girls, in all their blithe, unharrowed innocence, have a presentiment of sorrow, hardship, and adversity…of loss. Women, throughout their lives, have an intrinsic and profound understanding of Keats’ sentiments about “Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu.”

2. This sage knowledge of, and ability to abide, the inherently fugitive nature of happiness somehow accounts for the extraordinary beauty of women as they age.

3. Women have an astonishing capacity to maintain their equilibrium in the face of life’s mutability, its unceasing and unforeseeable vicissitudes. And this agility is always in stark and frequently comical contradistinction to men’s naïvely bullish and brittle delusions that things can forever remain exactly the same.

4. Women are forgiving but implacably cognizant.

5. Women are almost never gullible but sometimes relax their vigilance out of loneliness. (And I believe most women abhor loneliness.)

6. In their most casual, offhand, sisterly moments, women are capable of discussing sex in such uninhibited detail that it would cause a horde of carousing Cossacks to cringe.

7. Women are, for all intents and purposes, indomitable. It really requires an almost unimaginable confluence of crushing, cataclysmic forces to vanquish a woman.

8. Women’s instincts for self-preservation and survival can seem to men to be inscrutably unsentimental and sometimes cruel.

9. Women have a very specific kind of courage that enables them to fling themselves into the open sea—whether it’s a new life for themselves, another person’s life, or even what might appear to be a kind of madness.

10. Women never—no matter how old they are—completely relinquish their aristocratic assumption of seductiveness.

And here is one last thing I know—and I know this with a certitude that exceeds anything I’ve said before: that men’s final thoughts in their waking days and in their lives are of women…ardent, wistful thoughts of wives and lovers and daughters and mothers.

 

Mark Leyner, a husband, a father, a son, and a brother, is the author of eight books and a co-writer of the movie War, Inc.

Advertisements

New York: Food & Family

Following bad weather in Ft Myers and NY, and boarding twice, we arrived at JFK late.  The flight was very smooth considering the weather. Had to take the Airtrain to rental cars which was a ways, but the renting was painless, as was the drive to Kathi’s.  I love GPS.  However, my mother thought the flight was horrible, the airport too large and the drive nerve wracking so perhaps I’ve become hardened.

I think we finally went to bed around 1:30 once all the greetings were done.  I know I took a long while to fall asleep, but I was comfortable in Danielle’s room.  I woke at 6:30 and forced myself to go back to sleep.  Lack of sleep and ensuing cranky is the bane of vacation for me.  I then woke at 9:30, made iced tea from tea Claudine had brought back from Ireland.  It was strong and wonderful.  We all went to the backporch/deck/patio.  The smell of the air is nostalgic.  They have a vegetable garden.

John made egg sandwiches on hardrolls.  I took one bite and had the urge to share.

I had forgotten about hardrolls.  We can’t get them in FL.  I wonder if I find them so wonderful because I can never have them.  The outside is hard and crusty, but only in a very thin layer.  The inside is soft and perfect for soaking up egg yolk.

It wasn’t long before that got a reaction:

Blaise0507Icon_lock@Vickianne1 that hard roll looks fuckin amazing! Now Im starving.11:39 AM Aug 22ndfrom web in reply to Vickianne1

VickiBarry@Vickianne1 Oh man. That looks so good. I want one!12:52 PM Aug 22nd from TwitterGadget in reply to Vickianne1

********************************************

Vickianne1 Settling down in the hotel with a chick flick- girls night. We got FunnyBones! Forgot about those, too.8:35 PM Aug 23rd from Tweetie

jaimejo22@Vickianne1 HOLY FREAKIN CRAP!!! I NEED A FUNNY BONE!! I was ordering them direct from the manufacterer for a while.8:02 AM Aug 24th from webin reply to Vickianne1

Vickianne1If it’s Monday, this must be Wurtsboro. This trip has that surreal feel of a whirlwind, or maybe a tornado.7:08 AM Aug 24th from Tweetie

VickiBarry@Vickianne1 I think that’s the lack of sleep. most of our trips feel that way to me.

***************************************

 

jaimejo22@Vickianne1 Hey! I remember that stuff in that cup! Is that the bread pudding I used to eat while vic was at ballet practice?2:13 PM Aug 24th fromTwitterGadget in reply to Vickianne1

VickiBarry@Vickianne1 what do you think the chances are of one of those traveling well? Probably not good, huh? Too bad. they’re my funny bones.1:49 PM Aug 24th from TwitterGadget in reply to Vickianne1

*******************************************
I wanted to go to Tony’s for dinner so suggested to Uncle Jimi.  Of course they aren’t open on Monday so we went to his second choice Ruby Tuesday.  I was able to tell the server it was his birthday while he was making his way to the table so they surprised him after dinner.

As my last true ancestor, I asked what he remembered most of his father.  He paused for a moment and then said, “He liked movies.”  He worked on Long Island packing milk and his only day off was Thursday and they would always go to a movie.  Aunt Joan would sit in the front row, looking up at the screen and she would stay to watch the movie again.  Uncle Jimi said his mom would ask where he left his sister.  His parent’s were both widowed and lived across the street from one another.  His father with his youngest daughter (my grandmother) and his mother.  He had three siblings from each:  Margaret, Stanley and Jennie May Seaman and Lester, Raymond and Louise Smith.

We are always the same age inside…..

My daughter tells me she doesn’t feel older on her birthday. She feels older on her son’s birthday. Oh, how I understand.

“We are always the same age inside.”

Gertrude Stein

– I’ve always found that thought provoking. I can’t explain, but I know it’s true.

And because it’s true, I am puzzled that my daughter is as old as she is – I’m not that old. Inside.

Wisdom

At what age does wisdom set in?

When are you no longer 17 inside?

I think old enough to know better is lapsing into too old to care.

Life is short and fleeting.

Old Lady Adventures

I'm not this damn old on the inside...

biking america

which is 4,229 miles, should anyone ask

30in30for30

Every Ballpark, Every Day.

Musings & Meaning

in the Midnight Hour

A Baseball Road Trip

Thirty Major League Baseball Stadiums. Sixty Stadium Dogs. One Season.