Looking back at my Father's world, I discovered a place where prostitution--the old "whore house" or "brothel"--might have been illegal but was often overlooked by local authorities. Especially around Army bases of the time period. I discovered that one major reason for the outlawing of brothels was the staggering numbers of young men who enlisted for World War I, were infected with syphillis or gonorhhea, both not curable until WWII and the advent of antibiotics. Around the time of my Father's birth--1925--the Klu Klux Klan held sway over a better part of the nation, as some sort of civil Taliban, enforcing what they thought to be the moral laws of the country (there were no such things but that didn't stop the Klan.) Hence, when my Father one day referred to my Mother as "your race" (meaning Italian) I almost died of shame at my Father's thinking my Mother to be of a different race. But, in the eyes of the KKK, and in the Deep South of the 20's and through the 30's, anyone who was black, Roman Catholic, or Jewish was a different "race."
The KKK involvement also explained my Mother's strange story of "ghosts" that ran her family and other Italian immigrants out of Stroudsburg, PA sometime in the 1920's. No, the man with the lions and the ballerina in the closet weren't ghosts--as my Mother and her sisters believed until their deaths. They were, most likely, members of the KKK, running the "greaseball Italians" out of Stroudsburg Iwhich was also a KKK stronghold.)
So, you see how someone like me, who truly wanted to understand her parents strange morality, their inability to understand me as a 70's teenager, their desire to join the John Burch society, and other things that I found absolutely morally reprehensible and "stupid" in my liberal thinking mind, could find Ms. Broyard's reminiscences overly delicate, romantic, and trite.
So, as I see it, More needs to step up its game--have more gritty stories like the ones that Glamour is starting to run, and less bourgeois whining. Not to mention that it would be so nice to see some stories with a sense of humor and not shame over things like ageing, dating, fashion and so forth. If I want to feel ashamed of being over 50, I'll read Oprah's magazine, which is chock full of body and age hatred for just about any age group of women.
I am a 60 year old married woman! I was lucky to meet a nice man when I was 41! Until then I had my best friend Muffy!! He had been abused! He was with me for 15years through thick and thin! In my life-my dogs have been my soulmates! I now have a 13 year old schnauzer and a 3 year old poodle!!!
They are my kids!! I was not lucky enough to have children!! You have kids but many of us do not! What is pamela redmond Satran thinking? These wonderful dogs make our life so special!
They need homes! Everyone of them is terrific!!
Let us take care of them! Please do not put an article in to more magazine that is against our best friends!