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Benjamin Dreyer
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author of the New York Times/IndieBound bestseller Dreyer's English and Stet! (the game!) • Random House copy chief/managing editor (ret.) • he/him/his

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*makes note*
January 11, 2026 at 4:15 AM
I have not!
January 11, 2026 at 4:15 AM
Amazon Prime/BritBox, that sort of thing.
January 11, 2026 at 3:50 AM
I tried those. They didn't...speak to me.
January 11, 2026 at 3:49 AM
Many people seem most keen on the Joan Hicksons, but of course Geraldine McEwan is my personal goddess. I can watch them all!
January 11, 2026 at 3:11 AM
...that's not a mystery.
January 11, 2026 at 3:04 AM
I've said this before, but I'm thinking once again that they've badly overplayed their hand—or more, really, that they're playing Go Fish in a world that's playing contract bridge.

Or maybe that's just my souring optimism.
January 11, 2026 at 2:46 AM
Though he's vastly better read than I.
January 11, 2026 at 2:44 AM
Plus eventually a good amount of Kelly skin, which is shockingly rare over the course of his career.
January 11, 2026 at 2:36 AM
I don't understand how Naomi Wolf functions in the world.

Like, getting from point A to point B, securing groceries, taking care of laundry.

I'm not being cute; I really don't get it.
January 11, 2026 at 2:29 AM
The Broadway show was titled Gay Divorce. No "The."
January 11, 2026 at 2:26 AM
“He asked for me.”
January 11, 2026 at 1:53 AM
Reposted by Benjamin Dreyer
a woman labeled a terrorist by US law enforcement and the White House is being simultaneously memorialized at NBA games and by major cultural icons. this regime is literally own-goaling itself to death. it’s cooked.
January 10, 2026 at 9:30 PM
Oh, only much later did I actually see A MOTION PICTURE OF THIS SORT OF THING.

No, I started out with just a photograph in a book. (God knows what sort of book; maybe it was about weather.)
January 11, 2026 at 1:33 AM
Sorry to be Darlene Downer.

Bridges are amazing. Yes.
January 11, 2026 at 1:26 AM
I'm also sort of remembering my father's coming home one night and saying that the wind was so bad that the bridge (Whitestone? Throgs Neck?) was swaying, and people were stopping their cars and getting out because they were scared, which, as my father noted, IS INCREDIBLY STUPID.
January 11, 2026 at 1:26 AM
I went through a—happily, temporary—childhood period of terror concerning suspension bridges.

(It was probably seeing a photograph of one of them torn apart by a hurricane.)
January 11, 2026 at 1:22 AM
A friend, merging this with Bette's earlier twins movie, referred to them collectively as Stolen Ringer.

(Or, sometimes, Dead Life.)
January 11, 2026 at 1:08 AM