Trying to See the Good in Life

All of a sudden she began to whistle. By all of a sudden I mean that for more than thirty years she had not whistled. It was thrilling. At first I wondered, who was in the house, what stranger? I was upstairs reading, and she was downstairs. As from the throat of a wild and cheerful bird, not caught but visiting, the sounds war- bled and slid and doubled back and larked and soared.

Finally I said, Is that you? Is that you whistling? Yes, she said. I used to whistle, a long time ago. Now I see I can still whistle. And cadence after cadence she strolled through the house, whistling.

I know her so well, I think. I thought. Elbow and an- kle. Mood and desire. Anguish and frolic. Anger too. And the devotions. And for all that, do we even begin to know each other? Who is this I’ve been living with for thirty years?

1/18/2019

You know that poet that died yesterday? 

Well, a poet died yesterday.

But the success of this series amongst the audience it was meant for is being shadowed by the influx of homophobic, misogynistic, bigoted white, cisgender men who are leaving scathing reviews without even watching the show.

For example, out of 527 men that have watched this show, there is an average rating of 4.2 with most of those ratings coming from individuals 45+. Out of 626 women that have watched this show, there is an average rating of 7.6 with the majority of those ratings coming from individuals aged 30-44.

People that this show was arguably not made for, are tanking the ratings.