I Prefer For A Woman's

The Idea That The Reader Is Important Enough To Me That I'd Tailor My Words To Either Please Or Offend Them Always Seems Amusingly Alien To Me.

My Crazy Parents And Those Crazy Catholic Nuns Didn't Do A Good Job Of Forcing Me To Keep The Ten Commandments, But They Kept Me Forever Fixated On The Very Idea Of A Taboo.

The Criticism That Has Most Consistently Bothered Me Is The Allegation That I'm A Schlockmeister Whose Only Objective Is To Shock People.

Whenever I Visit An Industrialized Nation That Isn't The United States, It Immediately Becomes Apparent How Much More Educated And Informed And Aware Of International Events Their Citizens Are Compared To Americans.

Plenty Of People Have Bad Divorces, But Few Of Them End Up With Cancer, Imprisonment, And Public Scorn. In The Dark, Rolling, Treacherous Wake Of That Sunken Ship, The Last Thing I Sought Was A "relationship" Or, Heaven Forbid, Marriage.