We had decided that the phone call today would be around dinner time. At 5 o'clock my girlfriends show up spontaneously to scoop me up and take me to see, "SEX IN THE CITY" which was playing out its last night in our not so sexy city. I have no excuse for not going. They are unaware that I have reconnected with my love of 32 years ago and would likely banish me from town for assuming any kind of relationship - physical or not with a man spending time behind bars. I would be seen as the lowest of the low. Or they would cough up money for therapy and try to cure me.
When his name had first appeared splattered across the internet, in Vanity Fair, the NY Times and every other major publication a few friends had asked, "didn't you see someone by that name years ago? " I had admitted to that. I had tried unsuccessfully to try his case in my own words for them in a more favorable light for his benefit and mine. It hadn't worked. They were of the belief that if he had taken the deal rather than gone for a trial thus, he was guilty and the judge was justified in the sentence. Case closed. That was how I used to think too. Everyone in the clinker deserved to be there. Like the old cliche, "you do the crime, you do the time."
Everything is black and white up until the point you have a personal encounter with the justice system. Then you start seeing color. Then you start asking questions. Then you start examining crime and punishment. Punishment and rehabilitation. Can a human being be simultaneously punished and rehabilitated? What if the punishment is worse than the crime? Where is lady justice with her flowing mane and scale? Why is she always shown with the scale tipped to the side that is weighted with the most $$$?
So, we go to the movie. for two plus hours I escape into designer spring collections, successful NYC women, gorgeous tanned men and a life that could have been mine 32 years ago.
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