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О женах и женских фильмах
Я тут перстала подписываться на журнал New Yorker. Но читать - почитываю, накопилось. Например, номер за январь. 2004 все же года, не 2003.
Там пишет журналистка Katha Pollitt в разделе personal history, пишет неважно, но есть один любопытный пассаж.
От нее ушел любимый, с которым она прожила 7 лет. Теперь выясняется, что у негo были другие женщины. И вот она звонит одной:
I called her up and told her I had belatedly come to conclude that my lover had had affairs during our years together and I didn't want to keep her picture if she had slept with him. "I never saw his genitals," she said cheerfully - just mooned around with him in coffee shops. He had told her that I accepted his need for other women, so it didn't seem fair to hate her. Besides, she'd turned him down. I left her picture up in the bathroom, next to the towel rack.
Still, it astonished me that she believed that business about my permitting his philandering. The only people who seem to know such women first-hand are the men who are cheating on them. You never hear a woman say, "Whatever George wants is fine with me - I just want him to be happy!" No woman has ever passed on to another the riveting news that Miriam understands that Joe needs variety It is only men who seem to possess this bit of intimate knowledge, which apparently is so instantly credible, so obviously true, that no one ever asks the woman herself about it. What was it about me, I wondered, that made people accept his story? Perhaps I emitted a sort of wan victim-aura, like someone sitting alone in a Greek diner. Or perhaps people just couldn't believe I was so oblivious. After all, I was intelligent, I was a New Yorker, I was alive.
А вот еще есть мнение, что Gloomy Sunday - женский фильм, а мужчинам он не нравится. Жаль, у меня нет достаточной выборки. Судя по imdb, мужчинам нравится больше, да и голосуют они чаще.
У меня всякие есть женские знакомые. Одни - сами кому угодно внушат что угодно. В других случаях это женщины, которым их любимые мужья внушили то, что им удобно.
А я ничего не думаю по этому поводу, просто наблюдаю.
Я тут перстала подписываться на журнал New Yorker. Но читать - почитываю, накопилось. Например, номер за январь. 2004 все же года, не 2003.
Там пишет журналистка Katha Pollitt в разделе personal history, пишет неважно, но есть один любопытный пассаж.
От нее ушел любимый, с которым она прожила 7 лет. Теперь выясняется, что у негo были другие женщины. И вот она звонит одной:
I called her up and told her I had belatedly come to conclude that my lover had had affairs during our years together and I didn't want to keep her picture if she had slept with him. "I never saw his genitals," she said cheerfully - just mooned around with him in coffee shops. He had told her that I accepted his need for other women, so it didn't seem fair to hate her. Besides, she'd turned him down. I left her picture up in the bathroom, next to the towel rack.
Still, it astonished me that she believed that business about my permitting his philandering. The only people who seem to know such women first-hand are the men who are cheating on them. You never hear a woman say, "Whatever George wants is fine with me - I just want him to be happy!" No woman has ever passed on to another the riveting news that Miriam understands that Joe needs variety It is only men who seem to possess this bit of intimate knowledge, which apparently is so instantly credible, so obviously true, that no one ever asks the woman herself about it. What was it about me, I wondered, that made people accept his story? Perhaps I emitted a sort of wan victim-aura, like someone sitting alone in a Greek diner. Or perhaps people just couldn't believe I was so oblivious. After all, I was intelligent, I was a New Yorker, I was alive.
А вот еще есть мнение, что Gloomy Sunday - женский фильм, а мужчинам он не нравится. Жаль, у меня нет достаточной выборки. Судя по imdb, мужчинам нравится больше, да и голосуют они чаще.
У меня всякие есть женские знакомые. Одни - сами кому угодно внушат что угодно. В других случаях это женщины, которым их любимые мужья внушили то, что им удобно.
А я ничего не думаю по этому поводу, просто наблюдаю.
