Pastiche: an artistic work in a style that imitates that of another artist, style or period.
Alternate definition (my favorite): a confused mixture or jumble — The New Oxford American Dictionary, 2001.
Altering the Smile.
As I sat in an orthodontist’s office, I was asking myself why I am here? I’m of a certain age, somewhere in the sixth decade of my life, and getting a consult about braces. My dentist, a fabulous, lively woman who helped to bring my teeth (if not my smile) into healthy order, suggested that I “just talk to the guy” because my teeth’s order itself could use some work, she tells me.
And yes, it’s a thing. More of us are getting braces. We’re keeping our teeth longer with good dental hygiene, but moveable forces, such as the jaw and teeth themselves, can affect gums, promote decay, and cause bone loss. And, we have more money to spend.
I had braces as a teenager, but only on my top teeth. I think the reason for that is my parents ran out of money, after spending most of it on braces for my older sisters. When it came to me, a compromise with the orthodontist was struck. (Not really, in case one of my sisters reads this)
I’m thinking of going for it, but hesitating still. It’s a lot of money. And I can’t help thinking how many more miles I’ll get out of this new bite.
Blood Pressure Wars
Do other couples compete to achieve the lowest blood pressure? My wonderful husband and I both partake of antihypertensives. I pride myself on needing only the diuretic type, but for a variety of reasons he was prescribed bigger guns. After many years of lifestyle adjustments, his blood pressure, on the same meds, is lower than mine.
I feel jealous.
When I should feel relieved.
It makes me feel competitive, but I don’t think he feels the same. It’s my nature to say “I can do that just as well, even better.” I confess I’ve felt the same way about writing. It’s a handicap.
I have always greatly admired the novel Giant. I had seen the film a dozen times before the first time I read the book. Now I am reading So Big, and many of her roughly 30 novels are on my list. Of these novels, at least seven have become films. She has also written 8 plays, including Stage Door and Dinner at Eight. I’ve mentioned her before in my blogs, and keep coming back to her over and over, because I love to read about twentieth century women who push gently against the patriarchy, and generally win what they want the most: independence, justice, and respect.
Edna Ferber never married. It looks to me as if she didn’t have time, and knew better than bother with a man who would try to run things. In fact, the only existing biography appears to be one written by her great niece. The book has no photos or references. No doubt Ferber wanted to control that, too.