October 11, 2017 - Watching Rachel every night, I feel a little like Kate Winslet in Titanic, clinging to that piece of wreckage that Leonardo DiCaprio found for her before he drowned. Thank god she's here to lead us through it, again and again, until we get it. I need the repetition. I'm often so dumbfounded by what she is saying, the creativity of the misogynist media manipulation, the scale of it, the depth of the contempt and corruption, that I find I can't think straight as she's talking, and end up focusing on the fact that she has a long neck, or her gentlemanly habits, to escape the despair.