It’s always pretty easy to make fun of the Times’ “Modern Love” column, but I have to say I really liked Sunday’s edition, in which a Brooklyn guy—Larry Smith—details the weekly visits he makes to visit his fiancée at the Connecticut prison where she’s doing time for money-laundering. Along the way he meets other husbands and fathers doing the same thing:
Like at a men’s room at Giants Stadium, where the hedge-fund manager sidles up next to the pipe fitter, we were drawn together for a common cause, feeling exposed, and maybe a little sheepish, but fiercely loyal and basically rooting for the same team.
Anyway, give it a read.
I can’t get the image of Costanza visiting his new girlfriend in prison out my head…
I can imagine the opposite reaction (at least for myself, I’m ashamed to admit). Where the you take the smallest differences in your circumstances as use them to make yourself feel superior to the others in line with you. “Well my gf, got busted for white-collar crime, and we’re seeing each other for years before she got convicted. This guy next to me probably started married his wife after she got locked up.”