I was reading the September 12, 2011 issue of
The New Yorker when I came across a piece about a new book about playwright Wendy Wasserstein. The writer called the book
Wendy and the Lost Boys by Julie Salamon 'excellent' and 'heart-wrenching'. But what really struck me was his introduction.
Wendy Wasserstein was the kind of woman many women didn't feel comfortable befriending, especially since she was what they feared being themselves: overweight, single, and a fag hag.
That really brought me up short. When I had a MySpace page, I listed Wendy as the person I would most like to meet even though she passed away of cancer in 2006. Guess that let's me know my place in the world!
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