Notable death: P.J. O’Rourke dead at 74. The funniest writer in the world.
On Wednesday, February 16, my friend and I attended the first Generationwomen held at Joe’s Pub, a snazzy nightclub in the Public Theater building on Lafayette Street. Generationwomen is Georgia Clark’s creation. She gathers together women aged between twenty and eighty, gives them a topic to discuss and presents them to a lively audience. When I performed, my group’s topic was a secret. It took place at Caveat, a cool nightclub down a million stairs at Clinton Street. I represented a particular age and revealed my secret. The enthusiastic audience listened to women representing the 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s,70s, 80s. I forget the time limit for each participant. We began at 7 p.m. and ended around 9 p.m.
To quote Georgia Clark, founder, writer, entrepreneur extraordinaire: “Wit and wisdom from ladies of all ages.”
Yesterday a friend and I went to the Whitney. It’s on Washington Street. Where’s that, you say. It’s across the street from the West Side Highway and three blocks south of Fourteenth Street. The Whitney moved downtown a few years ago. On one side is the High Line. On the other side is the highway and the Hudson. The Meatpacking District, as it’s still called, was once associated with vagrancy, violence, and theft. It’s now a funky, cobblestoned neighborhood teeming with ritzy clothing stores and high end restaurants. We went to the 5th Floor and paid homage to Jasper Johns. Then to the 6th Floor exhibit: Craft in Art 1950 -2019. The minute we stepped off the elevator my spirits soared. Glorious, witty, modern art was on display. I heard a little girl say she never wanted to leave. She had the right idea.