- Movie Recommendation: Bernie. Worth it just for the hymns alone.
- I’m glad I read the censored Anne Frank. It’s 30% shorter without the clitoris/ labia references. They would have been a distraction in a high school setting. Then again, her period slipped (seeped?) into the version I read, and no reference was made to her monthly “sweet secret.” Class just moved right past that. I do remember we debated if she was in love with Peter, which seems silly now that I know she was discussing her clitoris with him. (Evidently I wasn’t paying attention in ’99 when the “uncensored” version came out. Lately a mom is in the news because she doesn’t want her daughter reading it in class. I can see that. If she had a son I can certainly see that. Of course, grown women should read what they want, and as soon as I finsh The Handmaid’s Tale I might start on that.)
- I don’t know who Jas. Townsend is and why he and his sons are sending me their glossy catalog in the mail. I have no need of their tankards, capes, or bonnets. The $90 men’s breeches make me suspect the Hilton Private Jet travel company sold my name to them.
Putting the TMI in absentminded