"[Read Heather Havrilesky's interview with Carina Chocano, and read an excerpt from Chocano's new book, "Do You Love Me or Am I Just Paranoid?"
What are you all, living in an episode of "Friends"?! Do you know how many of us dream of even one semi-serious, sorta, kinda, relationship? Count your blessings, sister.
-- Ethan Zames
Thanks Heather and Carina for a great interview. I enjoyed it thoroughly. I had been sitting here at work on this lovely Tuesday morning having separated from my boyfriend/husband of 10+ years on Saturday, waiting for an e-mail from the guy whom my tortured mind had made out to be The (Next) One, but whom I haven't heard from in three days because I've probably scared him off with my neediness (or maybe he just sucks?) ... .
... and I was starting to feel the desperation creeping in -- very inconvenient at work -- but your article helped put things in perspective. Thanks.
-- J
Stop writing about me.
-- Allison
I've fallen in laugh with Carina Chocano's writing. Will it go out with me?
-- Richard Gleaves
What a sad, desperate and pathetic attempt at wit and flippancy! Ms. Chocano's account of modern romantic love is so impoverished it makes me want to never date an American woman again.
What a thoroughly unerotic, uncreative way to approach this most important of subjects. Her loneliness seeps through every sentence. This is a tale of a woman who has had countless sexual experiences but has never loved or been in love. In short, just another random American woman who thinks she has a better life than her mother had but somehow can't find herself in a "love affair"(the word she dreads), but only in banal, disconnected "relationships."
After 40 plus years, we have made no progress from the "lonely crowd" diagnosis. If this is reality, I want out. At least there are still European women in the world.
-- F.S. Calvo
[Read "He Lost His Mojo," by Sheerly Avni.]
Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sheerly, for writing such a witty, intelligent commentary about what most consider an inane topic.
I relish watching the earnest, but somewhat misguided, attempts of these girls to woo Evan into thinking that they are more sophisticated and fun-loving than their as-pathetic cohorts.
It's too funny to watch Sarah talk shit about Mojo's taste, and then strut into the Jacuzzi with her bikini holding onto her enormous fake boobs for dear life. Melon, anyone?
And thank God that you mentioned Melissa M., the selfless mercenary. No one else I knew caught the reference; they may have been caught off guard by her equal inability to identify garlic.
The show may be labeled as sexist by some, but if these women signed themselves up for it, I say let's all reap the benefits of their misfortune!
Hurrah for the Mojos of the world ... there will be many more, and I look forward to chastising them for their poor taste in headgear and literary skills.
-- Jenn Holmes
Honestly, I am ashamed to read Salon sometimes. Did you really just dedicate room in your publication to print a ridiculous and vicious indictment of Mojo from "Joe Millionaire" because you are comfortable explaining that she is low-class enough to have earned it? Does she really deserve to be singled out by Salon because you thought that her taste in hats, her use of the English language, and her oh-so-unique desire to have money made her ... well, not our type, dear?
What does this say about your own elitist assumptions about a person's worth? Sign me a grim, humorless feminist with the elitist temerity to think that you are more than a little superficial.
-- Elizabeth Foley
Funny article. I had trouble with one line, though:
"Let us reject the guilt that might come from admitting to ourselves that this handsome doofus is famous for spending six weeks on camera lying to well-meaning women ..."
"Well-meaning women"? C'mon now.
Otherwise, the article was a real treat. If I had a ruby necklace, I'd give it to Sheerly Avni. But only if she put out.
-- T. Kane
[Read "The Female Gaze," by Eileen Kelly.]
Eileen Kelly's paean to the body of woman is a pleasure to read. It is not often that the discourse on feminine corporeality extends beyond our tokenization at the hands of the media and our commercialization by copywriters. This essay was a more than welcome break in that conversation.
Thank you for publishing such a beautiful ode to all the shapes and sizes of real New York women, and to the art of appreciating them!
-- Alexandra Moss
Ms. Kelly seemed very contradictory to me.
Although she denies it, I feel that Eileen may be comparing herself to others, if only subconsciously. Her "You're getting so dumpy, you must be having problems with your husband" and "There's a happy woman, a true hourglass" comments tell of perhaps more comparison to her own body type/happiness level that she'll admit.
And I don't know what to make of her anorexic-spotting "hobby".
-- Adam Johnson
Great article! You expressed my sentiments exactly. I'm glad to know that I am not alone. I'm checking you out!
-- Amy Meyer
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