Advice from a guy to a young girl on the subway: "There's three rules: don't ever give your man money, don't give him your electronicals, and don't let him take over. I'm talking to you like you's my sister."

I saw Hedda Gabbler today, which has gotten terrible reviews. While I agree that some of the supporting cast aren't very supportive, I thought it was doubleplusgood. The reviews I've read talk a lot about what the play's supposed to be, but having never seen or read it before, I only knew what I was seeing, and I thought it was a crackerjack play and that Mary-Louise Parker was terrific. I read a couple places that the play's about societal constraints on women, ho-hum, but what I saw was a woman who'd been brought up to get turned on by destruction and therefore could not tolerate creation. You know that shit's not going to end well. And I met one of these interesting old birds who come out to the Wednesday matinees who told me she never wanted to be "an Ibsen woman", so she made her own career as a stockbroker. It's a good thing she did, because she's been a widow for thirteen years now. Hedda Gabbler is not a widow.

I met with my trainer at the Y this morning--I'm shooting for a Stretch Armstrong look.