My Good Vintage

Today I found an american quarter in my purse. They look like 10p pieces so I must have been given it by mistake. I stopped and smiled. Rubbed the dirt off it so I could see the detail on the back. It's from South Carolina. It came all that way to end up randomly in my purse. Until now unnoticed. No one else I showed really cared. They didn't see any value in a coin that couldn't be spent locally.  It's times like this that I wonder if I will ever find a friend who is similar enough to me to appreciate the small things like the quarter. 

I'm searching for female inspiration. When I stop and think about it I can only name one or two female film directors whose work I could talk about.  I can't think of a female journalist or broadcaster that I particularly admire.  I can't hear a strong female commentator in my week of chosen media that isn't a singer.  I recently started listening to podcasts and the newest is Bret Easton Elis. So far all nine guests have been male.  Could the lead in Breaking Bad have been a woman? Will the next season of True Detective give us a head strong female partnership.