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Washington Is A City Of Locker-room Boys, And All The Old, Outmoded Notions Apply: Men And Women Are Ushered To Separate Rooms After Dinner, Sex Is Dirty, And They Are Still Serving Onion-soup Dip.

I Was Just Taking Her Hand To Help Her Out Of A Car And I Knew. It Was Like... Magic.

There's A Reason Why Forty, Fifty, And Sixty Don't Look The Way They Used To, And It's Not Because Of Feminism, Or Better Living Through Exercise. It's Because Of Hair Dye. In The 1950's Only 7 Percent Of American Women Dyed Their Hair; Today There Are Parts Of Manhattan And Los Angeles Where There Are No Gray-haired Women At All.

Maintenance Is What You Have To Do Just So You Can Walk Out The Door Knowing That If You Go To The Market And Bump Into A Guy Who Once Rejected You, You Won't Have To Hide Behind A Stack Of Canned Food. I Don't Mean To Be Too Literal About This.

The Function Of A Blog Is On Some Level To Start A Conversation That You're Not Involved In Any More Because You've Already Had Your Say. That Thing Of Coming Right Off The News - Did You See What I Saw This Morning, Can You Believe It? - Has A Kind Of Fun Appeal.