The Eight-Day Week
In a popular New York Times Modern Love column, Sara Eckel reported from the dating trenches, “Like single women everywhere, I had bought into the idea that the problem must be me.” Her experiences struck a nerve, and she has expanded on them in her new book, It’s Not You: 27 (Wrong) Reasons You’re Single. She’ll share some of them and let you pick her brain about your own dating woes at tonight’s reading and book signing.
Daniel Jones, the editor of the Times‘ “Modern Love” column, held a Facebook forum to answer frequently asked questions about the column. And most questions involved some iteration on tips for getting an essay about the way we love now published in the newspaper (and maybe even animated).
“As editor of Modern Love, I am constantly fielding questions about the column that I don’t have time to answer individually, though often these questions cover the same territory,” Mr. Jones posted on the Modern Love Facebook page. “So let’s try something. If it works, we’ll do it again. If it doesn’t, we won’t. If you don’t have a question but like the idea, then ‘like’ the post and I’ll have a better sense of whether it’s worthwhile.” So far, 245 people liked the post (making the exercise, we suppose, worthwhile).
MEDS OF MANHATTAN
In case just reading the Times‘ ”Modern Love” column is not enough, the The New York Times has launched a new animated video to accompany the Style Section staple. In the first installment of what will be a monthly feature, writer and etiquette expert Steven Petrow ”explains how a cowboy inspired him to hire a matchmaker.” The story itself, called “A Dollar a Day, for Only 20 Years,” is the tale of Mr. Petrow’s professionally-led quest to find a husband at the age of 50.
The actual video works as a teaser for the column rather than as a summary. The video gives the lead-up to the column and then instructs viewers to go to the Modern Love website to find out what happens.
I’ve been thinking…we need to talk. This has actually been brewing for awhile, but it came to a head the other day. An editor and I were having a little post-mortem outside of the office about the piece I’d published the night before. You know the one. Remember? A few weeks back, you kept me company during a particularly nasty stretch, when I only got four hours of sleep over, what was it, three days? Almost three days. I know, I know: Far from the first time you’ve saved my ass, especially as far as deadlines go. But this time, it was different.
If you want to join us in the new romantic order, you must first accept this: You live in a postdating society.
There will be no dates.
There will be “nondates”–ambiguous drinks, overwrought g-chats, cheeks unexpectedly flushed over coffee with a co-worker. You will not have a boyfriend, but your inboxes will overflow with text Read More
First-time authors looking for a book deal could do worse than to have a piece published in Modern Love, the New York Times Sunday Styles column that tends to provoke eye-rolling among the chattering classes—if they admit to reading the thing at all. But since it started, in 2004, with The Bastard on the Couch Read More