SFs seeking
globally conscious SMs who are interested in reviving the endangered art of
conversation for Sunday Salons at The Heathman. Send self-description, telephone,
thought provoking topics. We're lively, healthy, over 21, professional,
eclectic and ready for conversation. Are you?
On Feb. 21, 1991, the above notice appeared in the personals
of Willamette
Week, the longstanding alternative free weekly paper in Portland. The women
who placed it had gotten the idea from the latest issue of the Utne Reader, whose cover essay addressed the revival of “salons” for intellectual
and cultural conversations.
I had just arrived in town with the new year, barely seven weeks
before. For more than three years, I’d been a full-time reporter for a daily
newspaper downstate. Black Monday, Oct. 19, 1987, when the stock market plunged 22.6 percent in one day, was my first day of work at the News-Review … a happy day
for me! I left Roseburg “in a hail of bullets” 39 months later (with three off
to tramp around West Africa).
The Willamette Week ad had been placed
by a group of women of a range of ages who knew one another either in a yoga
group or from skiing together. One owned a local restaurant. Another was an
aide to Portland’s mayor, Vera Katz. The ad received a huge response, and when
the women chose whom to invite to the first meeting, they had a wealth of suitable
males … far greater than their pool of SFs.