For the Benefit of Mr. Kite

For me it’s a pleasure to find a blog that speaks to me, a blog I hadn’t known about but now that I’ve found it, I want to read the old posts because I know I’ll get off on them. I found that pleasure most recently at humorlessbitch. Zo, the quasi-anonymous author (”quasi” as in — how anonymous is it to post a picture and allow as how you’re a writer of a certain age from the Bay Area — not very anonymous, but I digress…) Zo posts a nice alphabetical list of labels (or “tags” as some might call them) in the sidebar, so if you’re a candidate for the nursing home like me, you might pick “sixties” just to see what she’s written. That’s where I found her definitive resolution to the old Stones versus Beatles controversy. Definitive like,

The point is, the Beatles music was and remains wonderful, the foursome, besides being Master Rocksters, always dear, always unbeatable. Perhaps it was their dearness, as persons, which never hardened over, even as it grew more sad, that had something to do with their immediate and permanent grip on the heart. Which, as you can see, is a whole nother discussion from the Stones, whose grip is on quite a different part of the collective anatomy. Isn’t it.

And then, I pulled up the posts labeled “beatles,” because — well, you know, and I found a link to the rabbitblog, to a post from five years ago, and I was made aware of the existence of one Heather Havrilesky, authorette of a review of the Brown Bunny (do we detect thematic blognificance or what?), a review titled Gallo’s Humor, wherein Vincent Gallo’s penis features prominently.

So there they are, women who write, and with six billion people in the world and the people to blog ratio approaching 1:1 who knows how many other prose pros are out there with something great that they’re saying, but I just haven’t read it yet?