What if Women Did Disappear?

Last week, I promised you an inspirational post that I thought would be holiday-based. But while I was researching articles and essays from some of my favorite writers, I came across an op-ed piece that was originally published on the Washington Post website. The author, Alexandra Petri, writes the ComPost blog, which offers a lighter, and at times, skewering take on the news and opinions of the day. 

The blog post that I’m reprinting is on a subject that has been in the news frequently and on the tongues of many of us, especially in the wake of the constant flow of accusations of sexual misconduct by powerful men in almost every industry and the brave women who said, “Enough is enough.”

Her topic is the role women play in our society — it’s about respect for women, it’s about rights for women, it’s about all of the "behind the scenes" work women do — all told through the lens of the day women disappeared. Of course, I am not a woman and one could say that I have some nerve focusing my blog post on something that I couldn’t possibly understand since I am a man.

Well, I’m here to tell you that, yes, in fact, I can. Not only because I am a reflective and empathetic person, but also because my conscience mandates that I must remain vigilant. I am someone who sees and hears and processes what’s going on around me — and also writes about it in this very blog.

I’ve seen it firsthand. When I was a young child, during the period of time when my father was dying from kidney failure, I was raised by four stalwart women (including my 10-year-old sister, Lisa). Women who had struggles of their own trying to cope in a world where the deck was stacked against them. For instance, did you know that it wasn’t until the mid-1970s that women could obtain a credit card in their own name or that they could not be fired if they were pregnant?

I have shared homes with several women and count numerous women as close friends — I’m usually the token male at a girl’s night out (their term, not mine). 

As a gay man, I also see parallels to the subject matter in the way that certain people think of my so-called “choice” as that of a person who is less than. Has there been discrimination, yes. Has there been name-calling, yes. Has there been a perceived disdain for who I am in this world, yes. 

But more importantly, and this brings me back to the way many women feel, it’s the blindness. The blindness of many men (not all, of course), who do not comprehend the impact of their voiced (and often forced) opinions. The blindness of those whose insensitive actions, and the reactions they garner, are met with bewilderment — and at times, anger. It’s the blindness to the struggle women face each and every day in today’s ostensibly “enlightened” society due to the fact that they are, indeed, women. It’s mindboggling to me that in 2017 this is still an issue. 

But, I’ve gone on long enough. Now, I would like to offer a woman’s perspective on the subject.


The Day They Disappeared 

by Alexandra Petri

“In the middle of it, right in the middle, she vanished.

You were explaining something — just what eludes you now, but it must have been interesting, because for a split second your thoughts strayed from your audience — and when you looked back she was gone. You were delivering your brilliant lecture to no one.

You could not remember, later, if it was an explanation about how every woman you had ever dated had turned out to be crazy, or a detailed analysis of why no one could reasonably be hurt by a remark like the one you had just made, or a great insight that it turned out she had told you weeks earlier. But you know it was interesting, so interesting that you did not see her go, or how she went.

You went outside and everyone else was standing there looking up, confused, as the world ground to a halt.

Pots fell off stoves and planes fell out of the sky and patients woke up screaming on operating tables. Babies began crying and only some were soothed. A million spinning plates gave a final heave and fell to the ground, unseen. The radio went silent, but only for a minute, until the next song.

At first it seemed as if it might be heaven.

You could walk down the street and attend school free from the uncomfortable presence of a woman who had chosen distracting attire. There were no women in sweatpants or yoga pants or skirts of any length, with hair covered or with hair uncovered — or women, indeed, of any kind at all. Finally, you did not have to worry about feelings. The world was one big locker room.

There was no one to talk over. But also there was no one to stare rapt at you when you talked, no one who had been encouraged all her life to make you feel smart and interesting and to not take up too much space.

There was no one to yell at on the sidewalk and urge to smile. You had to catcall actual cats, and cats never answer. Objectification became sadly restricted to actual objects. And whose appearance could you criticize? Men’s? Suddenly, you began to say mean things about Jude Law.

Many things, I regret to say — indeed, a suspicious number of things — went on without a hitch for a brief time. Most movies lost only a scene or two and it was barely noticeable, although ticket sales plummeted. The Cabinet was almost entirely unaffected. Wall Street and Silicon Valley largely went about their business as if nothing had occurred.

Statehouses began to feel bereft without women to regulate, whether on the subject of what bathrooms they could use or where they could go for reproductive care. There were no organs to restrict that the legislators did not, themselves, possess. And what was the fun of putting limitations on those? They looked for consolation to those fetuses who for many years they had ranked as full persons, but, inexplicably, they were nowhere to be found.

You began to be concerned.

If women were so vital, surely you would have heard more about them. But when you turned to history, it seemed largely devoid of women. There were hardly any chapters that starred them. They fought in few great battles and they were not presidents and seldom even queens. Had they been behind the scenes all along, making all of it possible? The thought began to occur that perhaps their footsteps were missing because they were carrying you.

And now things were falling apart. How were you possibly to achieve all your dreams and goals when also you had to keep the world from grinding to a halt on a daily basis? Suddenly you had to do all this emotional and domestic labor that no one was paying you for, and then your job on top of that. Suddenly things began to seem unfair. All you needed was a room of your own and a moment’s peace. When would you ever have time to write your very important novel about a middle-aged professor who was Going through a Crisis? You were just a person, not a worker of miracles. Why was all of this expected of you?

You were used to having no one share the reward but now there was no one to share the work, either. And there was more work than you had anticipated. 

What did women do, after all? Just everything, and then some.

But by the time you noticed that, it was too late.”


This piece that is so beautifully written drives home the fact that change is necessary. But I do believe it’s the dawning of a seismic shift in thinking and behavior. It’s time for all of us — men and women alike — to join the brave few who put everything on the line and proclaim that, yes, “Enough is Enough.”

The original blog post can be found here. 


Cooking for Joan

Last Saturday, I hosted my annual Christmas Italian Feast for some of my closest friends. Though I am not Sicilian (I am Portuguese, which is always a surprise to people), my great Uncle Danny was. He had this amazing meat-laden spaghetti sauce that was passed on to my mother, Joan, who passed it on to me. 

Over the years, I’ve made some adjustments and serve it each year at the feast. There’s gift exchange, lots of music, laughter, and a great deal to drink. My cocktail hour(s) highlights classic drinks like Dirty Martinis or a Manhattans with Morello cherries. Of course, there are appetizers, but since the meal is so heavy, I like to keep the fare light. I usually serve cold shrimp with homemade cocktail sauce, but I wanted something else to offer.

The previous Wednesday, I attended a Legacy Society event at God’s Love We Deliver (yes, the charity I’m ALWAYS asking you to support). The speaker was Seamus Mullen, a health food chef who is well-known in NYC and owns the restaurant, Tertulia. The buffet included some of his more popular recipes and one in particular was amazing — carrot hummus with turmeric. Since all attendees received his latest cookbook, I knew I had to serve this recipe at my party. 

Although I made my adjustments (it wasn’t a spicy hummus originally), it was delicious — light, flavorful with a nice kick. Give it a try at your next cocktail gathering!

Spicy Carrot Hummus with Turmeric


Prep Time: 5 min | Cook Time: 5 min | Makes: 16 oz | Difficulty: Easy


• 2 cups carrots, peeled and blanched, cut into 1” pieces
• 1 can garbanzo beans, drained and rinsed
• 1 clove garlic
• 1 1/2 tsp microplaned fresh turmeric or 1 tsp dried
• Juice of 2 lemons
• Zest of 1 lemon
• 2 tbsp of Sriracha (to taste)
• 1 tbsp hot honey (use regular if you don't have it)
• 1/2 cup extra virgin olive oil
• 1/4 cup water (or enough to process the carrots smooth)
• Salt and Pepper
• 2 tbsp toasted sunflower seeds
• 2 tbsp chiffonade mint
• Extra virgin olive oil to garnish
• Lemon zest to garnish


Blitz first 7 items in a food processor, until blended, not pureed
Add olive oil slowly in a steady stream.
Use water for consistency
Season with salt and pepper
Serve in a small bowl, garnished with sunflower seeds, lemon zest chiffonade mint, and a side of crackers and/or crudité.


bon appétit!


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