I slept much better last night and think I'm on the mend, and probably no longer contagious. It's just a question of taking care of myself so I don't relapse. This is, of course, self diagnosis, but it's cheap. I really got a flu kind of thing, because it swept through me like a wildfire. And now I promise not to discuss it further.
Last night, my husband and I watched the 70's movie Klute. Jane Fonda really is brilliant in it, though she's not a favorite of mine. She deserved the Oscar she received. Her vulnerability and self destructiveness are palpable. Ironically, in real life she continued to look to others to save her, especially men. Now she's beyond that, but it took a lot of sublimating her true self to some man's desire to reach a point of standing on her own. I don't like her second Oscar, for Coming Home, because she condescended in her acting to the character she portrays. Her politics are emeshed in that acting. But the first one, for Klute, I acknowledge.
The 70's were ridiculous, and the party scenes in Klute are funny from this perspective, but pathetic. That self abuse and neglect were considered cool, and still are, seems sad. I was never a part of such a world, as I had too much common sense, and people who did this looked like losers to me, and stupid as well. I'm lucky I was loved enough and valued myself enough to be able to say no. Most importantly, I had children, and I considered them first, not that I didn't see others with kids being "free". I assume they have a lot of regrets now.
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