Jennifer Weiner, the massively popular popular-fiction writer who also has a column in the New York Times and a profile in the “New Yorker,” was disappointed at not also getting selected for Oprah’s Book Club. That disappointment, which Weiner expressed in a few since-removed Facebook posts (hereis the one she’s settled on, for now at least), inspired gentle mockery from some women-oriented blogs. In a Jezebel post whose title referred to Weiner’s response as “Wigging Out,” Aimée Lutkin notes that there’s a specific reason Oprah might have avoided picking Weiner: Weiner sometimes tweets unflattering things about Oprah. Then Heather Schwedel joined in on Slate’s women’s blog, spelling out what Lutkin’s headline and post’s subtext merely suggested: that complaining about this was, for Weiner, a bad look.
Things got heated between Ivanka Trump and Cosmopolitan reporter Prachi Gupta during an interview discussing Donald Trump’s child care and maternity leave plan on Wednesday.
I used to brag about my genes. The women in my family didn’t get grey hair until their 50’s, had very few wrinkles due to olive skin tone, and were plagued by no major illnesses, except for high cholesterol that was controlled via statins. The women in my mother’s maternal line lived into their 90’s. My grandma died at 91 from dementia, which was not a good way to end her days, but she had lived alone after my grandfather’s death at 76 and continued to work, drive and play cards until she was 89. She babysat for my kids when they were infants, and I was thrilled to see another generation blessed with knowing their great-grandma. My mother’s grandmothers both lived into their 90’s as well. One always supplied me with a lunch bag of candy and gum, had a thick Polish accent and good sense of humor. The other taught me how to play Casino and baked delicious rugelach. When she passed, I inherited her wedding ring. It is a wide gold band with a single pearl. I wore the ring during my sons’ bar mitzvahs, so I have pictures with her, my grandma and I each wearing the ring. My great-great grandmother was living on the Austro-Hungarian border and was 16 when Lincoln was shot, or so goes the family story. She lived into her 90’s, passing away in Chicago in 1946 after emigrating to the U.S. with 5 children at the turn of the last century. My mother was an infant at the time. I have a funeral program written in Yiddish and German from my great-great-great grandmother who died in Hungary. She died at 88 in 1898. While she didn’t die over 90, it was in 1898! Can you even imagine?
Exactly one hundred years ago, on September 8th, 1916, my great-grandmother Estrella penned the last entry in her French notebook. At the time she was attending an elite preparatory school for Jewish students in Paris. Like hundreds of other Sephardic teenagers from around the Mediterranean, Estrella had been plucked from her tiny Jewish community on the island of Rhodes and taken to France for an intensive four-year training hosted by the Alliance Israélite Universelle. She thus spent the bulk of World War I far from her family, the sprawling Leon-Alhadeff clan who lived in La Juderia, Rhodes’ Jewish quarter.
Things got randomly weird and sexual during a French TV interview with Jonah Hill last week.