The answer for 1 across today is LIAR, nicely clued as “A word said twice before ‘pants on fire,’” although, if actually faced by the situation you would probably say something like “Take those pants off!,” a line that never worked for me on dates. Anyway, with LIAR setting the tone, I thought there might be at least one good liar in the puzzle — AGNEW would have done nicely from yesterday’s puzzle — but there wasn’t. Pinocchio was quoted in last Saturday’s puzzle, for the answer I’M A REAL BOY. I filled it in wrongly at first with I’M NOT A LIAR (same number of letters). I must have been conflating him with Nixon, whose line, of course, was “I am not a crook.” I’ll try to avoid such conflatulence in the future.
Sometimes, for fun, I come up with alternative clues for answers. I think my first ever post on Rex’s blog was such an effort. The answer was BABYGATES, clued by something like “Safety measure for toddlers.” My suggested alternative clue was “Tech billionaire in his infancy.”
I thought today’s puzzle was a little blah, but still a great accomplishment by the constructor, the youngest ever female NYT contributor, [Ailee Yoshida] who is 18. The youngest ever male constructor was only 13! (Daniel Larson) And my friend Carl noted there was once a puzzle made by a snake! — a boa constructor. (Hi Carl!)
Speaking of age, here’s a line I liked quoted by Frank Bruni in a recent column, tho, fittingly, I can’t remember who wrote it. It’s about the progressive memory loss we experience as we age: “I’ve gotten to the stage where I can plan my own surprise parties.”
I had three alternative clues to suggest today which might have zhuzhed the puzzle up a bit. For RIPTIDE I suggested: “Dis detergent.” (Get it?) For DAMON: “Words of encouragement to a beaver.” And for ASSENT: “Obnoxious med. specialist.”
Today’s theme centered on “SUPERGIRL,” which was fitting, since October 11 (today) is the International Day of the Girl (declared by the UN). Raise your hand if that one slipped by you.
The best word in the puzzle today by far was “YEETED,” the clue for which was “Chucked forcefully, in modern lingo.” Leave it to an eighteen-year-old to yeet modern lingo at us. You might lob a softball to the catcher from the mound, but you would yeet the basketball from midcourt towards the hoop in a last-ditch desperate attempt.
Wanna hear a joke?
I loved Bob Einstein.
He was a comic and actor who died at age 76 three years ago. You might recognize him from Curb Your Enthusiasm or Arrested Development. He was pretty successful (won two Emmys as a writer), but didn’t really hit it super big. His brother is Albert Brooks. One of my favorite jokes is Bob Einstein’s (and another very dirty one), but I’m not ready to tell it today. I’m bringing him up because of something I saw him do during a panel discussion of comics and writers he participated in. I forget what the topic was, but at one point the discussion lost focus and started meandering. Bob leaned into the mic and just said — “Do you wanna hear a joke?” And then he told a wonderful joke. I do that in my classes now. Every once in a while at exactly the perfect moment (of course), I’ll just stop the discussion and say — Wanna hear a joke?
My wonderful Aunt Anita is the sort of person who takes the responsibility of forwarding to everyone she knows any good bit of wisdom she gets via email or finds on the internet. So I am used to getting notes from her, most of which I look at and absorb and move on. But one time she sent me a joke (this joke, below), and I read it and said, Wow — Aunt Anita — this is one hell of a joke!
I’ve told it in class, but I really shouldn’t have — it’s clearly over the line (a topic for another day). The Sexual Harrassment training video CUNY produced (and requires all faculty (not just me) to watch) says we shouldn’t tell suggestive jokes in class.
But if you wanna hear a joke, you could do worse.
This couple gets married and the husband is 82 and the wife is 25 and gorgeous, like out of a magazine. And it’s not what you might think — he’s not a dirty old man, and she’s not after his money. It’s one of those mysteries of love. They met at some event, starting talking, and (magic!) before you knew it, they were truly in love and getting married.
The problem, however, is that in the bedroom things weren’t going so well. At 82, he just wasn’t the man he used to be. As the weeks went by, as much as they loved each other, the husband started to worry that he’d lose her if he couldn’t please her in this way.
So what do you when you’re having sex troubles? — You go talk to the Rabbi, of course! In this case, it was the Rabbi who married them.
The husband explained the problem, and the Rabbi said “It’s the younger generation. The old ways just aren’t exciting enough anymore. You need to zhuzh things up. Here’s what I want you to do. Do you have a big white towel?” And the husband said, “Sure, we have towels.” “Good. And can you find a handsome young man to assist you?,” the Rabbi asked. “Yes, there is a college nearby with students I could talk to.” “Good,” said the Rabbi. “So the next time you’re in bed with your wife, have the handsome young man stand by the bed waving the towel. You’ll see, with the waving and the towel and the handsome young man it will be exciting and your problems will be over.”
The husband was skeptical, but he knew better than to ignore a Rabbi’s advice, so he got a big white towel and found a handsome young man willing to help. They set it up for that very night. The husband and wife climbed into bed, the handsome young man started waving the towel, and — nothing. Worse than usual — dead!
The husband was in utter despair. When the Rabbi called to see how it went, the husband said, “It was terrible. Dead. Worse than usual. I’ve lost all hope.”
And the Rabbi said — “But you had the big towel?” “Yes,” the husband said. “And the handsome young man and the waving?” “Yes,” the husband said, “everything you told us to do, but it was awful. I’m going to lose her, Rabbi.”
“No, no, no!” the Rabbi said. “We are not going to let a loving couple fail — not in my congregation. But I’ll admit this is a tough case.” And the Rabbi stroked his beard, closed his eyes, and settled into deep thought.
Finally, the Rabbi said, “What we’re going to try next is the old switcheroo.” “What’s that?,” the husband asked. And the Rabbi explained, “This time, let’s have you wave the towel, and the handsome young man in bed with your wife. Let’s try it that way.”
The husband was so distraught he just said, “Rabbi, I’ll try anything at this point.”
The next night, the husband took the towel, the handsome young man climbed into bed with the wife, and the young couple started in as the husband waved the towel. Well, it was fantastic — shrieking and screaming with delight. Couldn’t be better. Fantastic! Finally, the couple finished, and the husband looked down at the handsome young man and said, “See? — Idiot! — That’s how you wave a towel!“
Well, I must have told that joke a dozen times before I gave it some thought. First of all, I love the sheer insanity of it — the visual of the three of them with the big white towel waving over the couple in bed. The Rabbi stroking his beard and coming up with that.
But what the Rabbi was counseling, of course, was highly improper. How could a Rabbi propose such a thing? It has to be that it was more important to him to save the marriage which had a basis in true love. He knew the old husband couldn’t do the job. The solution he came up with satisfied the wife and tricked the husband into thinking it was his doing. That’s quite a Rabbi. And quite a towel. I’ve got to get one of those towels.
I told that story in my tax class one semester and about a half-hour later we covered a tax topic that had a series of steps and then a final “phase-out” rule. I went over it several times and finally said to the class — don’t forget the phase-out rule. If this comes up on the exam and you do all the steps but forget the phase-out rule, you might as well just be standing there waving a big white towel.