Jane Kramer reflects on life before Roe, and on our re-entrance into the era of a right-to-life:
“Today, most of the women in this country were post-Roe v. Wade babies. They grew up knowing that the struggle was won. It couldn’t happen again. But it has. …this time, we should all be ready for the fight”
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You know, every time I read about these big hot-shot comedy writers, they always spend years smoking in some shitty house in the Valley. So, you know, we got time. This is OK. We’re sittin’ here, eating Hello Panda, just bouncin’ ideas around. This is progress.
—My kid sister came by so we could get cracking on that TV pilot. You can imagine how it’s going.
January: First, most likely only, tattoo
February: First, most likely only, Brazilian wax
March: Met Martha Stewart on my 24th birthday, spent majority of month agonizing over whether or not 24 constitutes “mid-twenties”
April: Baseball season
May: Laid off from my longest full-time “grown-up” job, begin illustrious freelancing career
June: Began production on “Getting Away with It,” a short film that, somehow, magically transformed into a feature
July: Call in to “The Best Show on WFMU,” discuss aforementioned movie, subsequently spend next fifteen minutes screaming in the passenger seat of Chelsea’s minivan
August: Bid farewell to said minivan, begin shortest full-time “grown-up” job
September: Spend Labor Day at the Rockaways, unaware of the wrath of God that will soon descend upon my camping spot. On September 11, after a promotional screening of “The Master,” end longest relationship since moving to New York.
December: Dave Brubeck dies, Lenox Lounge announces it will close on New Year’s Eve. Try to spend 2013 at New York’s jazz venues, which always seem to be on the verge of collapse. Also, first Christmas tree.