Shana Alexander
Shana Alexander
Shana Alexanderwas an American journalist. Although she became the first woman staff writer and columnist for Life magazine, she was best known for her participation in the "Point-Counterpoint" debate segments of 60 Minutes with conservative James J. Kilpatrick. She was a daughter of Tin Pan Alley composer Milton Ager, who composed the song "Happy Days Are Here Again", and his wife, columnist Cecelia Ager...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth6 October 1925
CountryUnited States of America
The Sugarplum Fairy herself could have made no grander gesture.
An artificial style of dance confected for 18th-century kings evolved into a popular American art form. an astonishing development for what until recently had been considered manna for aesthetes only, the quiche of the performing arts.
The graceful Georgian streets and squares, a series of steel engravings under a wet sky.
I don't believe man is a woman's natural enemy. Perhaps his lawyer is.
The law changes and flows like water, and the stream of women's rights law has become a sudden rushing torrent.
Though a plane is not the ideal place really to think, to reassess or reevaluate things, it is a great place to have the illusion of doing so, and often the illusion will suffice.
When two people marry they become in the eyes of the law one person, and that one person is the husband.
The paradox of Reality is that no image is as compelling as the one which exists only in the mind's eye.
In a nation of celebrity worshipers, amid followers of the cult of personality, individual modesty becomes a heroic quality. I find heroism in the acceptance of anonymity, in the studied resistance to the normal American tropism toward the limelight.
Between the two poles of whole-truth and half-truth is slung the chancy hammock in which we all rock.
How is the newcomer to deal with Rome? What is one to make of this marble rubble, this milk of wolves, this blood of Caesars, this sunrise of Renaissance, this baroquery of blown stone, this warm hive of Italians, this antipasto of civilization?
Ours was the Togetherness Generation. We equated togetherness with salvation, and expected so much from it that it was bound to let us down. Companionship, security, lifelong physical and spiritual and emotional warmth - all were to be had for the twist of a ring and the breathing of a vow. And to be had no other way.
We are on a sexual binge in this country. ... One consequence of this binge is that while people now get into bed more readily and a lot more naturally than they once did, what happens there often seems less important.
Good drama should sandpaper the mind.