Good morning,

Here is a, please note, possibly distressing article on old Hollywood and the power of words::

In some ways, Young’s situation was impossibly unique. Yet it also recalls the millions of unwanted sexual encounters that entire generations of women did not talk about, in part because they couldn’t: They literally did not have the language to do so.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/annehelenpetersen/loretta-young#.wjVN0eQgB

Obviously late to this party, I read loads of Joan Didion in Seattle and enjoyed it enormously. Here is an essay of hers, not my favourite but interesting for being written to a character limit:

It was once suggested to me that, as an antidote to crying, I put my head in a paper bag. As it happens, there is a sound physiological reason, something to do with oxygen, for doing exactly that, but the psychological effect alone is incalculable: it is difficult in the extreme to continue fancying oneself Cathy in Wuthering Heights with one’s head in a Food Fair bag.

http://www.vogue.com/3241115/joan-didion-self-respect-essay-1961/

Happy Friday,

Alex.