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• Asking for help might not be i Asking for help might not be in the genes....

  • From: erose18
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    “Let there be many windows in your soul, That all the glory of the universe, May beautify it…”RW Trine “In Tune With The Infinite”

    I’m sitting by the fireplace, as the small flames are crackling away, warming my soul on this sunny Sunday morning.  Yesterday, there were tiny shoots of grass and bulbs making their way into the light in our backyard.  It’s definitely the beginning of spring, the best time of year.  The engine of nature is revving way high.  I feel the energy of transformation: from sleep to a burst of color.  It’s intoxicating.  Early spring.  Time to break through and go for full flowering.

    So goes the dream seeker.  Winter offers long dark evenings to let thoughts and ideas marinate in our brains.  As the light begins to emerge, the energy of spring calls.  “Get going.  Just take one small prance in the right direction.”

    This morning, after a busy night in the dream world which included walking from France to Ireland amid raging water and lard (don’t ask), I started the day.  When I say “started,” I mean thinking.  Listing.  Stuff started coming up.   Monkey mind chattering.   How do I get my show to Off Broadway?  Who will produce it?   Do I have enough Murphy Oil Soap to do the whole floor?

    I definitely need help.  So many questions, so little time.  What’s the cure?  Just take one small prance in the direction you really want.
    

    Fact is….I need suggestions.  More than that, I need advice from people who actually know what they’re talking about.  Who do I know who knows about getting shows produced?

    A name comes up.  An actor/writer/producer with much Broadway success.  He just completed a run of a hilarious Off Broadway show that I loved.  I could send him an email.  On Sunday morning?  How desperate does that look?  Oh well… it’s just one tiny prance in the right direction…

    As I write the email, I keep it upbeat and give him an out, to wit:

    “BTW, if you can’t stand the thought of getting into this stuff with me because
    a) it makes your head hurt
    b) it’s sinful to respond to biz emails created on the Sabbath
    c) you have to make your own triple expresso and then clean the machine yourself…
    …I still love ya, Dude, and totally understand.”

    And, another actor/writer/producer comes to mind as I summon my courage and click the “send” button.  She’s done it all.  I email her a request for advice and click “send.”

    So what, you may ask? What’s the big deal?  You have some questions, you ask some people for advice and then go on with your day.

    I’ll tell you what’s the big deal.  It’s the part where I ask for help and hit the “send” button.  That’s the challenge.  Truth is, I have Promethian challenges asking people for help.  Why?  Please.  Don’t ask.  It’s just true. I’m sure there are a million reasons embedded in my psyche.  But I have no more time for delving into these depths.  They are exquisitely boring to me.  All I know for sure, is that I not programmed to ask people for help.

    I descend from a line of self reliant types.  Again my mother who was doing comedy and print modeling in her 80’s, was asked to show up for a “go see” for a print ad.  It was an audition but, since she was in her 80’s, living in Jamaica Estates, Queens, and the “go see” was in a land far far away (lower Manhattan) the producers offered her a round trip Town Car.  Gratis. They’d pick her up at her home, drive her in great comfort, peace and cleanliness to lower Manhattan, wait for her to audition, and drive her back to Queens.  Classy huh?

    “Oh no – that won’t be necessary.  I can take the subway,” my mother told the producers.   She turned down the Town Car!  She then put her NY Times in her cloth bag and ambled 10 minutes through her lovely neighborhood to the bus stop.  She waited another 10 minutes for the bus, waited patiently as the driver lowered the steps, clambored on and rode it to the subway.  She climbed down into the subway, step by step, and boarded the F train at its last stop, Jamaica:179th Street .  She rode the F train underneath much of Queens Boulevard, under the East River, under midtown Manhattan, all the way downtown, where she had to switch trains to get to lower Manhattan.  Once in the depths of Manhattan, she emerged from the subway and carefully found the studio where she had to wait in the lobby until the auditioners got to “go see” her.  After her two minute walk in,  hello…thank you very much…are you sure you wouldn’t like a Town Car back home?…Oh no, it’s not necessary, she grabbed her cloth bag and reversed the whole procedure.  Five hours later, she made it back to her comfortable chair where she promptly collapsed into a nap.  BTW – she didn’t get the job.  Not that one.  But she did get print ads.  One of the big ones was hanging in  subway cars for months: “The Big Clean Up” ad  in which she wore a most unattractive house dress and brandished a broom.  She rode the subway every day for months for a sweeping look at herself.  We were all so proud of her.

    So, today, genetics notwithstanding,  I took one prance, asked for help and hit “send.”

    May a Town Car soon glide me to my Off Broadway debut.

    E

    Anybody else sympatico out there?  Please post.  I wanna hear from ya.  All ya gotta do is take one small prance and hit “Publish.”

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• The Missing Woman in the David The Missing Woman in the David Letterman Affair

  • From: PepperSchwartzPhD
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    As I sat listening to David Letterman's masterful Public Relations coup during his initial explanation of his response to being blackmailed, I was impressed. But I was also quite shocked about the woman who was not mentioned in his initial delivery. That woman was, of course, his wife. 

    Dave Letterman’s wife was really nonexistent in his revelatory conversation with his audience. He talked about his having sex with women (note the plural) who worked for him, a fact that he characterized as the “creepy part” of his behavior, and his audience sort of sniggered at his admission, perhaps not quite knowing how to react.  Letterman took his lumps, but also created the atmosphere of being at a table with his best friends who would understand just about anything he did. He surrounded himself in the glow of audience commiseration, and for the moment, suspended judgment. What he did not do was put his wife first...again.

    Now someone has brought this to his attention. Maybe it was his wife, or maybe it was one of the millions of women who noticed that protecting his wife's dignity or feelings simply wasn't on his agenda when he first brought the situation public. It took days before he allowed a few face-saving gestures to his marriage, indicating that perhaps his wife was extremely upset, feeling betrayed, and disinclined to make this as easy a confessional expiation of sin as he had created with his audience.
     
    What does he owe his wife? What does any spouse owe the person who is most hurt by their infidelity?  Unless this is the result of mutually broken vows and a series of emotional assaults on both sides of the marriage, the very least a person owes a partner is some protection of their dignity and self esteem. The errant spouse needs to explain themselves, and offer to get therapeutic help if, like Letterman, there seems to be a pattern of sexual escapades or a parallel life of extra marital conquests.  If they love their partner, they have to bend over backwards to make their spouse understand that, all appearances to the contrary, they are indeed loved and treasured. Their spouse deserves explanations of why this happened -- no matter how painful it is to undergo their partner's questions and anger.  The unfaithful partner should make sure their partner doesn't feel unattractive, unworthy, and, if at all possible, the errant spouse needs to protect their spouse from friends’ and stranger's musings that perhaps their partner was somehow at fault.  True, some non-monogamous behavior is an outcome of a shell of a marriage that has long since ceased to provide love or companionship or it is an escape from a sexless or emotionally abusive relationship. Still, when marriages are troubled, the recommended remediation is counseling, or dissolution -- an unraveling relationship is not justification for leading a double life.
     
    But of course infidelity often occurs in relationships that seem just fine. Just because there is infidelity doesn't mean the marriage was in trouble. It may only mean that one partner was restless, needed validation, loved the challenge of conquest, wanted an adventure, or was impulsive, indulgent or sociopathic.
     
    In a high profile situation like this one, the least Letterman's wife deserved was the first apology -- on or off screen.  I don't know if his apology will be too little, but I do know it's too late. Maybe he can make it up to her, but as far as I am concerned, I think he gave a performance in how not to handle an exposure of infidelity. His first concern should have been her welfare and his first priority, at least as far as I could see, was himself.

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