My mom says clothes look good on me.
@antarctica starts here yeah, isn't like the whole point of weed as a cancer therapy that it helps combat the nausea from the chemo/radiation so that you can actually take in nourishment?
And what about the ones who go to Barnard? IT'S NOT EVEN ACCURATE FOR THEM
@Taffeta Darling while I honestly sympathize with this sentiment, I have to ask, and I do ask sincerely: is there really a "lowest common denominator" that a DFW film would appeal to? While obviously there are all sorts of ways the movie could go wrong, I have a hard time imagining some audience for a David Foster Wallace biopic that wouldn't have a lot of high-minded feelings about David Foster Wallace, if you follow me.
OK, this is going to be weird advice, and also it's kind of the opposite of Polly's. It's probably not right, but it's at least something to think about.
In your letter, you describe a previous career trajectory where you climbed the ladder at your profession and then climbed back down, along the way reclaiming "over a hundred hours of my week back." (Weeks are only 168 hours long, so this sounds like hell on earth was escaped.) You got a normal (perhaps not high-paying) job with normal hours and lots of free time to develop your new interest. You've turned out to be great at your new interest and now this new high-powered opportunity beckons you.
But is it possible that what you actually want is a job that sustains you and lots of free time? In other words, say for example you went from working 20 hours a day, seven days a week in finance to working 40 hours a week at a bank branch. Then in your copious free time, you joined an improv group, because you'd always been interested. And it turned out that people think you're hilarious, and you and your favorite scene partner got an agent and now someone's trying to get a TV show for the two of you, where you'd be the producers, writers and stars. This feeds into your tendency towards workaholism and perfectionism. Except maybe you're rebelling against it because what you actually want to do is work 40 hours a week and play with your improv group three or four times a month.
If you think the G train is a sorry little railroad, just wait until you take the train he's proposing, a streetcar that runs in mixed traffic from Red Hook to Astoria! Don't worry, it won't matter how painfully slow it'll be, because according to the column streetcars "aren’t about getting around quickly" (so why complain about the G train, then?).
On Four Twenty
In Seattle they're doing it by ... catering to Amazon employees, apparently?
"saw their shuffleboards replaced by washboard abs"
So wait, they oldsters were literally playing shuffleboard on the sculpted torsos of the exotic dancers? Kinky!
"says the 50-something divorcée"
"On top of that, you hear politicians from the president on down blaming 'Wall Street and bankers' for the crisis, as if they were all the same, when in reality it was only five or six individuals very high up at places like Bear Stearns and Lehman Bros. who share responsibility." Haha, sure?