Modern Love on Sunday morning

Finally, after a long period of forced fasting abroad, today I got to enjoy the Sunday New York Times edition at Starbucks, coming with a Grande hot chai tea latte with skim milk, a slice of bluberry cake, or espresso chocolate brownie and a good dose of intriguing curiosity to watch people hanging out in New York on Sunday morning.

After assaulting the thick paper sandwich from the book review, the Week review and Thomas Friedman’s editorial, I get to the only Style Section’s column worth reading and that’s where my masochistic instinct to somehow enjoy my melancholy kicks in: through the words of the “Modern Love” Column.

How come that according to this weekly column, written by different people telling about past, defining love experiences, the concept of modern love mostly hinges upon lack of communication, incomprehension, loneliness and unmet expectations?

Why does ” Modern Love” solely comprehend a lonely and consuming experience according to the NY times?

Following, one of my favorite “Modern Love” columns for writing and content on the Sunday Ny times:

“When the Thunder Rolls in, My Lie Rolls Out”
By AMY O’LEARY
Published: September 10, 2006

The first time I said it, I thought it was the best kind of lie: tender and considerate.
My boyfriend and I were lounging in bed as a gust of wind from one of those sweeping Midwestern thunderstorms crashed against the flimsy picture window of our rural Minnesota apartment. Our relationship was in trouble, and that’s when the lie came to me.

Day 1

Al buio, sdraiato sul air matress sistemato in salotto, al di la della finestra c’e’ il Chrysler building illuminato di bianco.Luna artificiale che si riflette sulla tastiera del computer. Sembra di stare in un romanzo di Scott Fitzgerald. Non c’ero piu’ abituato. New York e’ bella, ma anche per uno come me all’inizio e’ come una valanga in faccia. overwhelming. Mi ci vogliono sempre un po’ di giorni per riabituarmi. qui e’ come se tutto andasse piu’ veloce e nessuno avesse tempo. Sono praticamente 24 ore che non dormo e per il fuso gia’ so che domani alle sette saro in piedi. Poi? Beh, cominciamo a farci due conti.Partiamo dalla spesa. Vado da Trader Joe’s, discount pazzesco a Union Square e poi un salto da Paragon a comprare le scarpe per la maratona. E’ il caso poi che inizi a telefonare a un po’ di gente, amici, ex colleghi.Insomma tutto quello che puo’ rendere un lavoro piu’ vicino. Nel frattempo pero’ sento le ambulanze in lontananza. benvenuto a new york…I hope to make it.