and I'm pretty sure her neck is fine, actually

Halfway through Ariel Levy's profile of Nora Ephron in this week's New Yorker, my Nora Ephron knowledge has already expanded by approximately 800%. Until last night, I just knew her as some woman who felt bad about her neck, and then I wasn't even sure about the specifics. Somehow I'd managed to miss the fact that she's done a lot of neat and really kind of important stuff for women in the entertainment industry over her career (like, being successful? Groundbreaking!), including directing When Harry Met Sally and You've Got Mail, which I always figured just kind of came out of nowhere, like Meg Ryan's new face.

I'm definitely in the minority in that I couldn't care less about either of those movies, and also in that I really enjoyed Michael. Levy calls that one "tough to get through" but I do not agree, or at least I didn't that one afternoon in that it was on TBS when I was in 7th grade, despite the presence of Andie McDowell, whom I've pretty much always categorically detested. It's entirely possible that I don't care about most of the movies Ephron has directed (except Julie & Julia, her new one, looks kind of great) but I still feel grateful that she exists.

She also loves food. The full piece isn't online yet, and I'm not even done with it, but the this is my favorite bit so far. It's pretty much how I feel when faced with a giant spread of free food, too. I really appreciate that sort of enthusiastic intentionality about eating.

The theme of the evening was Women in Food, and the dominant color was pink.

"Isn't this great?" Ephron asked as she made her way to a tasting table where tiny cups of a broth made from coral were being distributed, along with little sea-urchin sandwiches. "I'm going to eat a lot."

That just seems like the best way to approach life, right? I can't always manage it, but it's nearly always my goal.