Libby Gelman-Waxner: The Lost Years: Meryl Streep

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October 2004: "High Anxiety"

"The Freudian urge behind all robot movies is, of course, everyone's desperate desire to own slaves without guilt. The paranoia of I, Robot is that someday a food processor will write a version of Roots proclaiming the evil of Westinghouse or Mitsubishi."

September 1995: "The Jitneys of Suffolk County"

"Now, I loved the novel of Bridges, mostly because it's so short that you can actually read it just by rubbing the book on your upper arm, like a nicotine patch."

December 1994: "Heavy Mettle"

"Everyone had been begging me to go [Rollerblading], including my dear unmarried friend Stacy Schiff, who Rollerblades in full makeup, a black bodysuit with pantyhose, and an Hermès scarf tied as a headband; Josh had suggested she try skateboarding with a white veil, a bouquet, and a lawyer, so the divorced dads playing visiting-day Frisbee in the Sheep Meadow will be absolutely certain to get the hint."