Thu. February 7
The Daily Scene
There’s no difference between fame and infamy now. There’s a new school of professional famous people that don’t do anything. They don’t create anything. You should make something. You should bring something into the world that wasn’t in the world before. It doesn’t matter what that is. It doesn’t matter if it’s a table or a film or gardening — everyone should create. You should do something, then sit back and say, “I did that.”
The menu allowed no substitutions: You wanted the Nabokov, you had to take Noam Chomsky.
Breasts, buttocks, genitals banned at Grammys – but also message-sending lapel pins.
“There’s no crying in baseball,” said Mrs. Davis, often called “Pepper,” when asked years later how she endured the pain while keeping her composure. Mrs. Davis, a mainstay of women’s baseball in the 1940s and ’50s, died Feb. 2 at a hospital in Van Nuys, Calif. She was 88. Her line was later immortalized in the 1992 hit film about women’s baseball, “A League of Their Own,” which featured Tom Hanks as a gruff, no-nonsense manager who barked at his players that there was “no crying” in the sport.
. . . and manipulative? A psychological evaluation says yes on both counts.