THE GRAND DAMES

my tremendous double standard

Some time ago, I wrote a letter to a Big, Fancy Woman. It was maybe the best thing I’ve ever written. At the very least, it was the most heartfelt thing I’ve put on paper. She acknowledged receipt, gave a legalese response in one and a half sentences, and I never heard any further from her about the issue again.

I wrote her to ask her for her help in a s…