Here’s how you know you live in Santa Fe: On a recent Sunday evening,
the man-friend and I decided to go out to eat. We left the house around
8:15 pm and were seated at the restaurant of our choice by 8:45. It was,
as you’ve probably figured out by now, Taberna La Boca.
Last July, renowned feminist author Erica Jong penned a New York Times op-ed titled “Is Sex Passé?” Sex sells, but the essay was less an exploration of sex than of attitudes about gender equality and feminisim.
“How far will we go in destroying women’s equality before a new generation of feminists wakes up?” Jong wrote. “This time we hope those feminists will be of both genders and that men will understand how much equality benefits them.”
On Monday, Aug. 13, a local named Sam Atakra created* a Facebook event titled “Public Meeting with OTAB about ‘Diminishing Nightlife,’” kicking off a lengthy, impassioned Facebook forum on all things nightlife.
In Santa Fe, depending on who your companions happen to be, eating meat
is either anathema or a prerequisite—particularly in summer, when
several pounds of dead flesh and some PBR is pretty much all you need
for a successful party.
Five Star Burgers and I go way back. OK, maybe not wayyy
back—but far enough back to the days when I called teaching kids to ski
and guiding a raft down the Rio Grande my “job.” (Waitressing at a pizza
joint nestled among snowdrifts in Taos Ski Valley was my “other job.”)
Nature-lovers are familiar with the classic, conservationist coffee-table book: Usually, it’s full of Aldo Leopold quotes and scenic, if sometimes static, photos of mountains and rivers and meadows full of [insert endangered mammal here].