aliza’s ongoing conviction that every time we go out we look like “two jewish ladies on the town.” (once i was like “no one ever knows i’m jewish” and she was like “we contextualize each other.” in many ways.)
how i got to “feminist narcissism” via this old nancy miller quote i can never find about the importance of auto-eroticism for feminism and how, as per emily, i need to spend some time with “oops (oh my).” (“i was looking so good i couldn’t reject myself.”)
the importance of bodysuits.
the way that men should deal with the inevitable occasional mid- or post-sex cry. (hint: getting out of bed and going to the couch and refusing to come back is not a good short- or long-term strategy.)
how i started smoking like x decades ago with an ex that emily slept with x decades later so sometimes i like to have a cigarette with her to complete the circle.
how aliza really likes it when neal and i talk about pop music.
how i told barbara the other night that i thought it was funny that my boyfriend is a lawyer and two of my best friends are always talking about one of their boyfriends dumpster diving. i was worried about emily feeling fetishized (i mean i already fetishize her a little with the shared ex-boyfriend thing by talking about it constantly), but she laughed and said “the range is important.” (barbara said “that’s how my life is too.”)
the already-hilarious dinner that aliza and i are having tonight.
that the men in the bar needed to take their hats off asap (you knew this one).
how the bartender making out with aliza’s dog boris was working in the feminist tradition of donna haraway and carolee schneemann.
the time i posted something really wrong on tumblr and emily texted me immediately to say “SAVE FACE” and when i thanked her for being such a good friend she said “i know you’d do the same for me.”