LZ Sunday Paper Newsletter: The "Lordy! 332?" Edition
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Hi, Folks,
It's finally warming up. I mean the news is really getting hot. One thing after another. Non-stop. And then this! Yes, The New York Times optimistically says that New York is "welcoming" a new area code. While The Post I think gets the gravity of this story more correct.
Okay, I don't actually "fear" the new area code, but I don't understand why we need a new one at all. If millions of people are supposedly canceling their landline, wouldn't there be a lot that could be re-used? I think the phone company is just so incredibly inefficient they can't keep track of all the available numbers between all the carriers so have to make up new area codes and exchanges.
I still have a 212 home number. We are down to one physical phone unit. It's on a high shelf in a utility closet. The ringer is off. The answering machine logs anywhere between 2 and 5 calls a day. It was more during election season. All junk, robo-calls, and hangups. And Basil my dry cleaner! Who happens to have left an important message just the other day. I called him back right away. No joke.
I know for a fact that anyone will take a call from their dry cleaner. A long time ago, I really wanted to get a job on a particular movie. In 1986, for some reason I really wanted to work on "The Money Pit." Though it seems like the most forgettable movie in the world (in fact I just had to look it up to remember the title) it starred the hugest star at the time--or so it seemed--Shelly Long. Oh and Tom Hanks. It was a New York movie with an allstar team--shot by Gordon Willis--who also shot "The Godfather." Production designed by Patrizia Von Brandenstein; cast by Howard Feuer; oh and produced by Kathleen Kennedy, Frank Marshall, and Steven Spielberg. I had just graduated from school the year before, and had been on a grand total of two movies, and this was the one I somehow set my sights on. I don't remember why but I wanted to continue to work for directors, this time…Richard Benjamin.
Previously, I had had very good experience writing a letter--cold--to whoever I wanted to work for. And then they'd answer it. And I'd get the job. No such luck with Mr. Benjamin. I wrote, I called. Again. No dice. I don't know how I came up with the idea to get him on the phone by calling the production office (again) and saying I'd like to speak to him. Knowing the answer was sure to be "No," when the office said "who's calling?" I somehow blurted out "It's his dry cleaner-- there's a problem with his favorite suit." He was on the phone in 3 seconds flat.
I still didn't get the job.
Anyway, at that time my recollection of New York City phone numbers is that you didn't have to dial the area code from within the city. And I had a great phone number. 995-0123. I lost it when we moved from Christopher Street to 9th Street. t's killing me that I can't remember the phone number in between that one and the one I have now. The one in my closet. I have a guess, but I'm not going to hazard it here. Anyone who knew me and has the number written in their Filofax or Palm Pilot-- give me a shout.
Today, what does it even matter what people's phone numbers are? People hardly know a single one from memory--maybe spouse/significant other or kids'-- tops. They should just be a nonsense string programmed into people's phones and switched at some tower somewhere. Like a password generator, you'd have to make up a unique string of numbers and letters that get associated with your phone. Seems more sensible and safer, now that everything is stored in your phone and people just hit your name in contacts and dial you.
Last week I promised an optimistic conversation about daisies and rainbows. We'll have to settle for area codes and poor employment forays.
Enjoy this week's news you need all about, by, and mostly for women in business, politics, media, the arts, and pop culture. It's hand picked by me, for you. Every darned week.
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Happy Pride Month (continued)!
LZ
THE PIC(K) OF THE WEEK:
The Overwhelming Beauty Of 'Wonder Woman' via Film School Rejects
The Complex Gender Politics Of The Wonder Woman Movie via The Hollywood Reporter
Box Office: 'The Mummy' Buried By 'Wonder Woman' via The Hollywood Reporter
NEWS, POLITICS & BUSINESS:
What It Feels Like For A Woman and James Comey via W
James Comey and The Predator In Chief via The New York Times
What James Comey Has In Common With Women Trapped In Inappropriate Boss-Emloyee Relationships via The L.A. Times
J.K. Rowling Blasts Writer In Explosive Twitter Tirade For Calling Theresa May A 'Whore' via The Evening Standard
Bill Cosby Feared Being Called A "Dirty Old Man" For Involvement With Andrea Constand via New York Magazine
Warren Encourages Kamala Harris After She's Scolded In Hearing via The Hill
States Lead The Fight Against Trump's Birth Control Rollback via The New York Times
Abstinence-Only Advocate Was Just Appointed To The Department Of Health via Broadly
Women Have Bad Days, Vladamir Putin, But It's Not Because Of Our 'Cycles' via The Guardian
Not A Single Black Woman Heads a Fortune 500 Company via Alternet
There's Only One Woman On Forbes' New List Of The 100 Highest-Paid Athletes via Money
The Truth About Being A Working Mother via Red
MEDIA:
Rachel Maddow: "Roger Ailes Offered Me A Contract Not To Work" via The Daily Beast
Geena Davis Has Led The Charge For Women In Hollywood. Now She's Doing The Same For Advertising via Adweek
ARTS
Toward A Truly Feminist Blockbuster Cinema via New York Magazine
Cyndi Lauper Is To Write The Music For The Broadway-Bound 'Working Girl' via The New York Times
Ariana Grande and The Healing Power Of Teen Girl Culture via The Cut
This Is Why Israeli Fashion So Political? via The Daily Beast
POP CULTURE:
Etsy's Vaginal Problem via Gizmodo
Pippa Middleton Has Had One Crazy, Globe-Trotting Honeymoon via The Daily Beast
What If We Cultivated Our Ugliness? via Catapult
AND WHAT'S NOT TO LOVE ABOUT:
Siri Sends Users Who Ask For Prostitutes To A Toronto Bar via The Toronto Star
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