The trouble is that I am dead flat exhausted and therefore nothing interesting is happening on this journal, because nothing interesting is happening in my brain. I am tired of work. I am finding the news difficult to deal with. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch came home from Davis Square with fancy ravioli from Dave's and a sherry mushroom sauce to cook them in. Valerie Taylor's The Girls in 3-B (1959) reminds me of a Dorothy Arzner movie except that in addition to the clear and critical examination of heteronormativity, the novel contains an explicitly lesbian couple who get a happy ending as a pleasant antidote to all the crushing boy-meets-girl maneuvering. It is not Tyrone Power's fault, but when I discover that he starred in a movie called Captain from Castile (1947), speaking as a person who has seen My Favorite Year (1982) more times than I can count, I'm afraid my first reaction is "Captain from crap!"
spatch came home from Davis Square with fancy ravioli from Dave's and a sherry mushroom sauce to cook them in. Valerie Taylor's The Girls in 3-B (1959) reminds me of a Dorothy Arzner movie except that in addition to the clear and critical examination of heteronormativity, the novel contains an explicitly lesbian couple who get a happy ending as a pleasant antidote to all the crushing boy-meets-girl maneuvering. It is not Tyrone Power's fault, but when I discover that he starred in a movie called Captain from Castile (1947), speaking as a person who has seen My Favorite Year (1982) more times than I can count, I'm afraid my first reaction is "Captain from crap!"
