Thursday, February 15th is Plastic Waste Awareness Day. I'm very proud of the student group I mentor, Pelham Eliminates Plastics (PEP) for forging a partnership with our locally owned and supported grocery store, DeCicco & Sons, to generate awareness about the dangers of single-use plastics including bags, water bottles, straws, coffee lids, and more. On 2/15 DeCicco's will only hand out paper bags to its customers, each one stamped with the official PEP sticker in an effort to combat plastic waste, raise public awareness, and tackle this problem at the source: the consumer. When the consumer makes better choices, the planet wins.
Just had the pleasure of interviewing—for the second time!—actress Marcia Gay Harden, who has written a frankly emotional memoir about grappling up close with the ravages of Alzheimer's disease. The Seasons of My Mother is Harden's moving account of growing up with the curious, beauty-loving, and independent spirit that her mom forever was and, in many ways, still is, despite her declining cognitive awareness. Harden also co-stars in next month's 50 Shades Freed, the third installment of the sexy movie series, and reprises her role as Dr. Leanne Rorish in the CBS medical drama, Code Black, along with new addition Rob Lowe, come May. I'll post the story when it's live!
A recently released study that followed thousands of adults of both genders for decades indicates that those with depression died earlier than expected, and not just from suicide—with depressed women showing a spike in decreased longevity in the 1990s. What, exactly, made depression more toxic for women, and has this rise leveled off in recent years? Can the burden of the "the second shift" or higher divorce rates be attributed as causes? Or, are women more likely than men to ignore, or even hide, their symptoms and not seek help? I'll ask the study's authors these questions, and more—and then report back for an upcoming story in WebMD Magazine.
It's Time to Resist #MeToo Male Impatience (Or, My Mirrored Response to Andrew Sullivan's latest piece in NEW YORK Magazine)
[Updated on February 3, 2018]
A month or so ago, a friend and I mulled over when exactly the backlash from famous male thought-leaders like Andrew Sullivan to the then-peaking #MeToo moral panic would set in. Mid-January, we guessed, and sure enough here we are.
No, we were not being clairvoyant, just noting certain dynamics. Men, as a rule, don’t like to be lectured to, especially by women. Neither do they appreciate the rare moments when they are not leading the conversation, as witnessed by “mansplaining” and a tendency to frequently, almost aggressively interrupt anyone with a set of boobs. Men, even gay men like Sullivan, have controlled the dialogue for so long they feel silenced and uncomfortable during the reckoning #MeToo era, and these sensations are both unwelcome and uncomfortable. Never mind that we women are trained from birth to shut up and listen. We know in advance that asking for a few days, weeks, or months of equal time to share our experiences—I was going to say “stories” but there’s a Grimm ring to that word; our assaults, belittlements, and demotions are not fairy tales—and to finally be heard and believed, will naturally have a stopwatch attached to any such catharsis. Tick, tick, tick. And so we understand this righteous exposure of the hideous abuse of power will morph into a more generalized revolution backed by the patriarchy.
We fear this kind of mania will never exhaust itself—the urge for men to kindly put women in their place. We wonder if good men, lecherous men, violent men, and all men in between are merely gritting their teeth and bearing this brief uprising from women, this angry switching out back near the woodshed of powerful men and their bad behaviors. Some men wear pins on their lapels, others nod earnestly at such offenses, but few say anything out loud. If they do, their voices quake with nerves, perhaps in worry they could be named next, or they're already asking when we can put an end date to this madness.
Is this itself a patronization? The unwillingness to truly join the conversation and examine why so many men for so very long have intentionally derailed careers, undermined female authority, abused physical boundaries, snickered beneath their collective breath, and painted women with even a modicum of power as castrating bitches? Listen, Sullivan writes in his most-recent piece: 74-year-old Catherine Deneuve, a symbol of Madonna/whore erotica back in the 1960s, the Belle de Jour herself and every pseudo-intellectual’s black-and-white wet dream, has announced that women can both lead a professional team and enjoy being the sexual object of a man! In the very same afternoon! Imagine that! And comedian Dave Chappelle agrees! Because, you know, ladies, you can always hang up the phone... This is how men turn the conversation around. Trot out one of our own, then dismiss the entire spectrum of grievances, no matter how grand or grave. You hysterical women, lashing out indiscriminately. Can we all just come to our senses and move on?
We know in advance that asking for a few days, weeks,
or months of equal time to share our experiences—to finally
be heard and believed—will naturally have a stopwatch
attached to any such catharsis. Tick, tick, tick.
And in doing so, Sullivan and others like him are all but defending the abuse of power, even as they claim to be thrilled to see so many monsters toppled. You know what’s a crime, even if it lands no man in jail? The thwarting and reduction of so much female potential. Yes, rape is the penultimate tool in that particular toolbox (short of homicide, which, too, is used at alarming rates all around the world) to silence women. But rape of a coworker is the extreme, and is not the only offense against which professional women should be allowed to rage. There are many, many angry manifestations of our culture’s mixed, often misogynistic emotions about women, and they all seep into our mindsets, and our workplaces, too.
The Shitty Media Men list may be controversial and unfair, and its author, certainly naïve not to imagine it would go viral. But I ask you, Andrew Sullivan, and all men who are so dismayed by its non-vetted contents, what, exactly, are we women supposed to do? Even in the current atmosphere, where a scattering of men in prominent industries are facing consequences for their truly shitty actions, most women, and especially young women, have zero recourse. Zero support. Zero choices. And zero power. An anonymous list like this was inevitable. Why is Sullivan’s first instinct to rally to the sides of men whose names appeared on the list, rather than to the sides of women who endured “handsy” groping and drunken texting in professional settings, who had their ideas stolen and their legitimate complaints, some of them criminal in nature, ignored? Most were not raped—although some were—but, again, is rape the sole measuring stick for indignation, outrage, and sounding the alarm? In a world where men roam freely and their female counterparts most decidedly do not, women were warning each other about the creeps out there, which are clearly in plentiful supply. Such a list might not be fair — boo-hoo!— but when have women ever competed upon fair playing grounds? Never. That’s when.
So, with an approving nod, Sullivan trots out Catherine's analysis. And Dave's. And, inevitably, Left Twitter's, too. Because a modern argument whose premise posits a witch hunt cannot be made without involving the social media mob. Am I surprised there exist extremists online who would stifle free speech or make nasty slurs against writer Katie Roiphe? No. I am not. But their inclusion in Sullivan’s generalized thoughts about the cultural arc of #MeToo and the circulating Shitty Media Men list merely underscores what he’s really trying to say here: You hysterical women, lashing out indiscriminately. Can we all just come to our senses and move on?
After reading Sullivan’s latest piece in New York — something I do with regularity and with great ceremony, because I’m generally enthralled with how his brain works, and I like to share his writing with my friends — I felt like taking a shower. Because a growing cadre of men, even informed and socially progressive men like the seasoned columnist in Sullivan, are revealing a simmering impatience. And, thus, their true colors. With cries of McCarthyism Sullivan can only be calling for a shutdown, if not total reversal, of #MeToo, because, in his view, it’s unreasonable and even dangerous, never once putting himself inside the heels or flats of every women out there who is asked to navigate on a daily basis workplaces that are not, and have never been, egalitarian, encouraging, or safe.
(I remember once, when I served as the editor in chief of a magazine, a work email circulated between a group of male colleagues that called me “the biggest bitch they’d ever met." This email found its way to me quite by accident; one of them was dumb enough to hit “reply all” to said missive directly to my inbox. Why was I “the biggest bitch,” I wondered, admittedly wounded, at the time? Because as a boss I often gave orders? Because I expected excellence, and wasn’t afraid to grouse when I didn’t get it? I don’t know; women walk an impossible line. This was the same group of men who allegedly ranked on a scale of one to 10 how “fuckable” the women in our office were, loudly laughing about their brilliant observations amongst themselves over drunken happy hours. Someone privy to the rankings revealed to me that despite my universally agreed upon bitchiness, I’d managed to score highly. Which tells me everything I need to know about the men in question.)
A Human Resources department did not create, nor circulate, The Shitty Media Men list. Nor did a police department, or even Page Six. Whether its circulation was right, or wrong, or fair, or indecent almost seems beside the point. The list was a cry into the void from women, and other women heard it, shared it, and heeded its advice. Vigilante justice or simple self-preservation? The list doesn’t strike me so much as McCarthyism as it does Darwinism. Women are merely trying to survive.
Being named on the list did have a few—very few—professional repercussions, some serious. Seven men who were anonymously named have reportedly been fired from their media companies after independent, internal investigations. One of the seven, political reporter Ryan Lizza, was quickly dropped by The New Yorker and from CNN. A month later, CNN brought him back to do live commentary, saying they "found no reason" to keep him off the air.
A reckoning, this? Seven—sorry, six—media men branded as egregious offenders, officially questioned by those to whom they reported, and then let go? Is this a reckoning, or is it merely seven—sorry, six—cases of simple cause and effect?
So as Sullivan and other male pundits like him now reach a little too eagerly for fire extinguishers to snuff out women’s conflagration-hot anger, and what he deems to be the scorched earth tactics of #MeToo, I might suggest this: resist those impatient, self-protecting reactions for a little while longer.
I know it’s hard. You’re used to holding the floor, and not your tongues. You really, really want to lead this conversation. If you can’t listen to our testimonies any longer, fellas’, well. OK. But we women ask you at least to engage honestly when you do speak. Take a real assessment of your unquestioned entitlement, your preeminent positions, and why you feel so easily justified in minimizing Al Franken’s tush-copping, say, or Louis C.K.’s egregious wanking off, or dozens of media women’s complaints about what they are physically, emotionally, and spiritually subjected to simply for showing up to the job, and only because they are female.
We “left-feminists” don’t want to “burn it all down.” Quite the opposite: we’d like to build it all up, and from the ground floor. We merely wish to torch inequality, a professional deck that’s forever been stacked against us, and ubiquitous bad male behavior. That’s not nihilism. That’s justice. And now that we’ve had a taste of it, don’t imagine we’ll be backing down anytime soon.
Do online therapy sites really work? Are they as effective as traditional office visits to treat mental health issues, including depression? I spoke with a top researcher, and she says the results from various studies are mixed. Read more on pg. 11 in this month's digital edition of WebMD Magazine.
How can couples entering second or even third marriages make them work when kids are involved? I spoke with a prominent expert on the subject who offers her very best "steps" for success. To read more, see pg. 24 in the digital edition of this months's WebMD Magazine.
Just interviewed the one and only Sharon Stone, who battled back from a life-threatening brain hemorrhage in 2001 to embrace a new kind of beauty: inner acceptance that doesn't rely upon external applause. We talked at length about her initial misdiagnosis, her arduous recovery, and her comeback to both career and leading a full, healthy life. I'll post this story, commissioned by a prominent health magazine, when it goes live next year.
Last summer I interviewed a renowned (and award-winning) neuroscientist who specializes in Alzheimer's disease (AD) research. I found her predictions and ongoing lab results to be both fascinating and hopeful. This feature story was originally commissioned by a leading health content provider but was never published. Its medical board ruled her views might be too hopeful—it chose to err on the side of caution, rather than post a piece that suggests a cure for AD may be on the horizon. I certainly understand this official position; the cutting-edge work presented here is not yet mainstream. Still, I'd like to share my conversation with one of the most respected voices in the field of AD research, so I'll post it here.--LPK
Many people think of Alzheimer’s disease (AD) as a kind of genetic bullet. One that’s impossible to dodge for an unlucky subset of people who develop this debilitating, degenerative, and (at least for now) always-fatal condition.
The surprising news?
The latest research from a leading neuroscientist and her team suggests only 1% of all AD patients, those with a specific genetic inheritance, are predetermined to develop it.
“There is time to intervene” for the remaining “99% who do not have a single mutation issue. It’s a constellation of factors,” says Roberta Diaz Brinton, director at the Center for Innovation in Brain Science at the University of Arizona, and a key founder of the Alliance of Women Alzheimer’s Researchers (AWARE), who was also named “Scientist of the Year” in 2015 by the Alzheimer Drug Discovery Foundation. “This is not an overnight disease.”
She refers to the 20-year window of time—called the prodromal phase—between ages 52 and 72, when initial signs and symptoms of AD—memory loss, cognitive disability, physical decline, and dementia—generally first surface. (Early onset AD, which comprises just 5% off all patients, shows a different, accelerated trajectory, with symptoms appearing before the age of 65.)
[UPDATE: I wrote and posted this opinion piece on 11/18. As of 11/24, three more women have come forward, claiming Sen. Al Franken groped them during photo ops at various events after he'd been elected to his current office. Franken responded to these allegations by apologizing for making these women "feel badly" while vowing to regain the public trust.]
And, now, Senator Al Franken.
(I’d insert the word “sigh” here, but it doesn’t adequately capture the sound of blood retching in my throat.)
#YouToo, Al? Really?
This is where Democrats, long bearers of the secular high ground (protected elephants, clean air and water, gender equity, civil rights, Nazi trampling, more) must resist the urge to slide into moral relativism.
In the past few days some prominent feminists and students of rape culture are outright excusing the Minnesota lawmaker’s gross mauling (actual and photographic) of a Playboy Playmate because Republicans don’t play fair! And ousting him will hurt more women in the long run! Why should WE do what THEY refuse to do? Or so the foot-stomping calculation goes. This argument sounds rather like a strategic war game, with far-removed generals in Washington knowingly giving up a few grunt soldiers on the bloody front to make winning inroads into enemy territory. A tactic that is not only cynical but ice cold to the female victim who seethed in silence for more than decade, and who chose to share her story during a profound social moment/movement when she actually thought she might be heard, and believed.
So much for girl power and rallying behind the truth-tellers. Lena Dunham wrote not long ago about how women might lie about what they ate for lunch, but would never, ever lie about rape—unless, of course, when it's one of her groovy male friends being accused. Then they do lie, she now backpedals, granting herself and her pal special exemption. [UPDATE: Dunham, facing a furious and near instantaneous backlash from women, backpedaled her backpedal and apologized.]
And what of environmental activist, Hollywood gal-about-town Laurie David, who just begged this offensive question on Twitter:
Here’s where I must ask Ms. David: Are you seriously scolding women for their REactions to men sticking their tongues down our throats uninvited, rather than men’s despicable ACTIONS for doing so? Demanding we women properly, prophylactically prepare to police guys’ bad behavior in the name of a liberal lawmaker whose clay feet have suddenly, painstakingly been revealed?
No. Just: no.
I have long admired Al Franken, both for his droll wit and fierce championing of Democratic causes, so I deeply understand the urge to rise to his defense. But the senator chose to talk the talk, publicly and with conviction. Now we must demand he walk the walk, disheartening as it is.
How else can we also demand justice for the teenaged victims of Roy Moore? And accountability from our lecherous president, who at last count has either 12 or 13 (depending on which cable news network you follow) women openly accusing him of groping, nonconsensual kissing, even sexual assault, and who has bragged on tape about grabbing women by their pussies? I’m not including in this list the anonymous shadow victim who reportedly pulled her legal case in the days running up to the 2016 election against Donald Trump, claiming the real estate mogul tied her to a bed and raped her in 1994 when she was a 13-year-old aspiring model attending a party at the home of billionaire Jeffrey Epstein, now a registered sex offender. After receiving death threats and fearing for her life she retreated once again into the shadows, or so her lawyer Lisa Bloom says.
Bill Maher—another hero of mine for his defense of free speech and his skewering of hypocrisy on both sides of the aisle— argues we should not lump Franken in the same category as these other, egregious Republican offenders. Because what’s a little grope or forced French kiss of a grown woman compared to sexually touching a 14-year-old girl, am I right? (He seems to suggest.) While I might agree there IS a spectrum of assault, and levels of both penalty and forgiveness to be debated in some fields, we’re talking about the lauded U.S. Senate here. Yes, Franken admitted his transgression, begged forgiveness and an internal ethics probe, too, which is the absolute opposite response of Moore, et. al., who not only continue to deny but also defy with their refusal to go away.
Yet, standards are standards. Applying the same very low bar we set for kindergartners—keep your body parts (hands, mouth) off your neighbor—to 100 senators of both genders seems reasonable. Surely we can find 100 Americans to serve who have not thus transgressed as wholly formed adults?
Bottom line: We can’t scream about partisan GOP circling of the wagons, sneering down at so-called simple Alabamians who protect their hero, even as we do the very same thing. I’m all for ditching knives and bringing guns to a gun fight, but Democrats must consider the long game here. And the long game, like the arc of justice, bends toward truth and doing what’s unassailably right. And what’s right is not turning a blind eye to wrongdoing just because we like Franken, and his specific brand of politics.
"Applying the same very low bar we set
for kindergartners—keep your hands, mouth, and genitals
off your neighbor—to 100 U.S. senators of both genders seems reasonable. Surely we can find 100 Americans to serve
who have not thus transgressed as wholly formed adults?"
We’ve already made this mistake once, with Bill Clinton. Ignoring the fallout of that man’s misdeeds—not only perjury under oath (impeached but pardoned) and the sullying of the highest office of the land, but the power imbalance of a president getting involved with a 22-year-old intern, a forbidden work relationship that would see any other Fortune 500 CEO fired, not to mention the many women Trump trotted out during last year’s debates to remind us all of Bill’s long list of female accusers who were then viciously sullied, too, and often by Democrats—while pretending it would not sink Hillary Clinton’s presidential bid in 2016. The country remembers. Many folks—Democrats, Independents, and Republicans alike—were deeply offended not only by this gross display but by how Hillary stood by her man, Tammy Wynette grinning in the background, whilst throwing a few of Bill’s female accusers under the bus as she did so. Her “vast, right-wing conspiracy” theory refused to examine the serious, perhaps even criminal failings of her husband, and her own complicity in covering up his seemingly uncontrollable appetites. As did Gloria Steinem and a cadre of vocal feminists at the time, who together went on record explaining why Bill should be forgiven, even as they trashed Monica Lewinsky for being just another frumpy, frivolous little tart.
Democrats, we can’t demand Republicans clean up their side of the fence if we refuse to look at the crap in our own backyards. It’s that simple.
You want to block Roy Moore’ senate bid? Trot out the Access Hollywood tape as irrefutable evidence the most powerful man in the world must be removed from office? Then don’t be a bunch of hypocrites. Yell louder. Demand justice. Stand for what’s right. Stand for women. And don’t excuse an assault simply because the perpetrator plays on your—our!—team, and the accuser is into target practice and has been known to pose in the nude on occasion.
I love you, Al Franken. I do! But you gotta’ go. And if you step down we can better make the case against the other men who abuse women, and their positions of power, too.
Turns out the snarky myth about the school jock being dumb couldn't be further from the truth. Research shows fitter students generally do better academically—because daily exercise promotes neuroplasticity in the brain, boosting learning potential in kids, says John J. Ratey of Harvard Medical School. (Why, exactly, are we universally cutting P.E. classes from the school schedule, again?) Here's my story in WebMD Magazine. (See pg. 32 in the digital edition.)