Believing in Serena, more mail
Happy French Open. In the interest of full disclosure, I'm not in Paris this week but will try to do a (semi)daily baguette as the questions come in ...
• You could also mention that Serena has won the title at Roland Garros only once (more than half a decade ago) and she was winless on clay this year entering the French. You could even tell me she's running a fever. Don't care, don't care, don't care. Yes, she called her play "horrendous" after being pushed to three sets in the first round. But haven't we all been burned enough reading too much into the usual metrics and discounting Serena?
• A part of me feels like you're in Paris and it's late May. Tips are superfluous. But let's see ...
1) Take the Metro. The trains come frequently and leave you with a 10-minute walk from the entrance. Beats cabs, which will cost you a fortune and get snarled in traffic. 2) Venture into the Bullring, one of the great courts in tennis. 3) Stroll around the neighborhood. 4) Check out the sponsor displays -- a few years ago
• I've been reading a lot of proverbs lately.
• That's repugnant. Whatever happened to honorable grade-grubbing? Like, you know, telling the professor you were considering majoring in his subject (even when you had no intention of ever doing so), thus assuring yourself of no grade worse than a B? Or researching the professor's writings and cribbing a few of her favorite vocabulary words and pet phrases, so when you, too, wrote about "harmonic convergences" and "hegemonic shifts" and "Freudian undergirdings," you were singing her song. These kids today, with iPhones and their Interweb. No resourcefulness.
I do, however, like Professor M. Ng's suggestion:
• Like I wrote last week, anyone who makes me laugh gets special consideration. Federer beats
• It's not the height of professionalism for me to get involved in this, but if one of you wants to, say, start a Facebook group, I'd be happy to link. And here's some
• Really, what is Wimbledon but "
• We've gotten a lot of "babe" questions lately. Who do I think is hotter, X or Y? Who has nicer legs? Why does so-and-so wear such an unflattering skirt? At the risk of sounding like the Village Prude, here's a request: Please stop.
• New York readers: Mailbag reader
• The release of
• Stop me if you think you've heard this one before. Long-lost siblings submission comes courtesy of