"Chrissie Hynde on artistic expression and the sexual revolution"

Ms. Hynde, speaking her mind.

You write pointedly about the sexual expectations of the 1960s. What do you think the sexual revolution has done for women?

I think it’s very convoluted. I’ve heard this kind of feminist argument a lot, there was a big sexual revolution and we took our lives into our own hands. It wasn’t like anyone took charge. I’m not saying whether that’s good or bad, but I think it confuses people. The idea of being promiscuous was cool in the sixties, because it meant you were free and you weren’t hung up. But that spreads a lot of disease. We could get rid of those diseases, so nothing seemed to matter. All people cared about was that you weren’t hung up. I mean, it’s very nice if you don’t want to have to be a stay-at-home housewife, but I’m not sure that was the choice people were making. I think they were putting that off as long as they wanted to and having as much sex as they could. I think it probably fucked up some people’s heads. You could bastardize what I’m saying, because I’m not making it very clear. But I’m not sure it was as liberating as it was almost enslaving. What’s liberation? That’s the real question. I’m still wondering myself.

"How the Grateful Dead Helped Me Understand the Mets"

It's an unusual connection, but the author persuades me.

The Mets, to borrow Bill Graham’s assessment of the Dead, aren’t the best at what they do; they’re the only ones who do what they do. It’s all about the experience. At Yankee Stadium, fans line up to take their picture beside what look like tombstones of former Yankees greats. At Citi Field, fans line up to take their picture beside a little dog in sunglasses and a Mets jersey.