Category Archives: Commentary

No leaks

Ships* don’t sink because of the water around them…

Ships sink because of the water that gets in them.

Don’t let what’s happening around you get inside and weigh you you down.


(I needed to hear this today; thought you might, too.)

*Boats, too

An arm and a leg

I just spent three days at the Billie Jean King Tennis Center, my 10th consecutive year among the sport’s best and brightest at the US Open.

Although I’m tired from the trip, I returned home with all my limbs intact. 

Unfortunately, many of the top players in the men’s draw can’t say the same thing. 

In all my years faithfully watching professional tennis,  I have never seen so many walkovers and retirements. And the fact that they predominate in the men’s tour makes me question the best-of-five format.

The ladies play best-of-three in all tournaments,  whereas the men play best-of-five in all majors and many masters classics. The sport continues to become more physically demanding, and over the course of the year, these long matches can really takes their toll.

I love watching tennis; I hate watching men in tears as they are forced to withdraw due to injury.

The USTA pays men and women equally as they should — why not require them to play the same amount of tennis?

Who knows…it might lengthen some tennis careers and will definitely make the current tournaments more competitive. 

Just one fan’s point of view…

For your own safety

After nearly a decade living in the Big Apple, I think this could work.

It’s like the autobahn — the two lanes would simply have different speed limits.

And no standing and staring ‘up’ allowed in the New Yorkers lane, either.

#ihearttourists #willbeoneagainsoon

Easy target

Oh,  how everyone loves to poke fun at the French.

How rude they are,  how lazy,  how smug!


But at Roland Garros, the French crowds overwhelmingly supported #1 Novak Djokovic in his quest for his first French Open title and career grand slam.

It may have been Novak’s 12th major title,  but it was the first time he didn’t have to battle the crowd as well.

I for one am loving all things French today.

A bird in the hand

I can accept the fact that The Angry Birds Movie won this weekend’s box office.


Animated films have broader appeal and a wider audience. Plus, last week’s number one film and very close runner-up Captain America has been out for three weeks.

My beef with the Birds?

What took them so long?  This app used to be all the rage,  but Candy Crush and other games occupy the top spots now.  This movie is so late to the party,  there is no party anymore.

Obviously kids will still watch it,  but they — and their long-suffering parents — shouldn’t have to.

I am not an animal

The Lobster is the quintessential independent film.

Original. Absurd. Other-worldly.

the lobster

This world does not allow adults to be single. In fact, newly single people have 45 days to find a mate with similar characteristics as themselves, or they will be turned into animals and released into the forest.

Hey – they get to choose which animal, so that’s nice.

The people of this world appear unemotional, and speak with a deadpan delivery that would make any PBS station proud. Of course, there are always one or two folks who attempt to break the rules.

Their bad behavior is what drives this film, and you’ll be cheering for them, even as you shake your head in confused fascination.

Public displays of…

I had just taken my seat on the subway this morning when I heard someone crying.

It was a woman across the aisle from me. And she wasn’t trying to hold it in or hide her tears — she was loudly weeping and sobbing.


Since I had just boarded,  I looked around at my fellow passengers,  trying to get a read on what if anything had been done. At that moment,  a man said,  “Are you okay,  miss?  Do you need help?”

She said no and immediately quieted. Everyone looked relieved.

I know I was.

Not two minutes went by and she began wailing again,  even louder this time. Looks were exchanged.

I finally reached in my briefcase and handed her a tissue. She didn’t say thank you,  but she calmed down until her stop.

I will admit – –  I have cried on the subway before,  but in a much more stealth fashion. Or at least I hope so,  for the passengers’ sake.