Fun City
Finally, the punishment fits the crime. For my money, Thomas Ian Griffith could have been America’s leading man: a voice for law and order in these times of indecision, leaderlessness, and dependency. Rob loved, just loved, his early work. Take control.
Foreign tourists are coming up to me on the streets and asking, “Marilyn, you have so many different kinds of inequality in your country. How can I tell which are socially acceptable and which are not?”
I’m swearing off alcohol, effective tonight at midnight. Rob and I sometimes stay in, nurse lambics, and catch up on the Yul Brynner collection. It’s great fun. But it isn’t right, and I will not in good conscience keep it up. Don’t drink.
My godson Ian is making an exception and having me on his terrific program “Soft Focus” next week. Ordinarily he chats with hard-rock musicians; I don’t tend to tune in. This should be a wonderful time, though. I’ll be discussing my 13-point program for moral education, forthcoming this spring as 13-Point Program for Moral Education (Stonehenge Publishing).
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[She] advised women to overcome a man’s passion for clubs with “a passion of a different nature, which Providence has kindly planted within us; I mean, by inspiring [a man] with the love of fireside enjoyment.”
My plan of instruction is extremely simple and limited. They learn, on week-days, such coarse works as may fit them for servants. I allow of no writing for the poor. My object is not to make fanatics, but to train up the lower classes in habits of industry and piety.
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The translators of this short book invited me last year to a conference on politics and morality. Naturally, I was curious, but then they insisted I act as discussant to this Giorgio fellow — an Italian. I hadn’t heard of him, and to be honest, I couldn’t make heads or tails of his prose. Not recommended.
