If Women Can Sleep Their Way To

We Have Become A Nation Of Kodachrome, Nikon, Instamatic Addicts. But We Haven't Yet Developed A Clear Idea Of The Ethics Of Picture-taking. ... Where Do We Get The Right To Bring Other People Home In A Canister? Where Did We Lose The Right To Control Our Image?

Slowly We Adjust, But Only If We Have To.

If Women Can Sleep Their Way To The Top, How Come They Aren't There?

[e]very Time You Think The Entertainment Moguls Have Hit Rock Bottom, They Reach For The Jackhammer And Rat-a-tat-tat A Little Deeper.

I Am A Member Of A Small, Nearly Extinct Minority Group, A Kind Of Urban Lost Tribe Who Insist, In The Face Of All Evidence To The Contrary, On The Sanctity Of Being On Time. Which Is To Say That We On-timers Are Compulsively, Unfashionably Prompt, That There Are Only Handfuls Of Us In Any Given City And, Unfortunately, We Never Seem To Have Appointments With Each Other.