Good lord, she’s parodying herself now.
Tenderfoot doesn’t really like to be in a place where there aren’t a lot of . . . witnesses. She’s from the city and knows the canyons of downtown, the watering holes of the theater district. She knows her Brooklyn, her Long Island, her Jersey, is a walker in the city and a lost rube in the country. She is here because she loves her friends and will go far to see them. She does have a relationship with the American West and does in fact love it, but it is the West as mediated by John Ford, Cormac McCarthy and Larry McMurtry. She doesn’t really know the real one.
She refers to herself in the third person as Tenderfoot throughout. You’ll need a drink to read the entire article.
(Hat tip: Scissorhead and MPS unindicted co-conspirator AxelGrease for the illustration)