Noer is suggesting that women's real place is in the home, waiting for her man to come home so she can meet him at the door with a drink and a smile.

FORBES: Readers Say

At home, the man sits with his eyes glued to the front door, waiting for himself to walk in.

NEWYORKER: The TV

The door guy at the Mab recognizes Lou and whisks us past the snaking line of people waiting for the Cramps and the Nuns, who are playing later on.

NEWYORKER: Ask Me If I Care