The Gimlet Eye

A People Person

I AM one of those folks Barbra Streisand sang about so dramatically, the people who read People. Each Tuesday my issues arrives, under my wife’s name, and I gobble it up like a giant eclair, in private, in wolfish gulps. Having done so I do not feel, pace Barbra, like the luckiest people in the world. In fact I feel sort of dazed, as though I had just been pummeled at high velocity by hundreds of thousands of tiny marshmallows.