If You Want Sex, Have An Affair.

'stress' Was The Catch-all Every Pamper-pedlar I Spoke To Used To Explain Why Healthy Women Feel The Need To Be Regularly Patted, Petted And Preened Into A State Of Babyish Beatification.

In My Third Husband I Had Discovered A Blissfully Laid-back Type Who Thought It Nothing Less Than Hilarious When I Misread The Map On The Way To Wales, So It Took Us An Extra Three Hours, Or When I Was Sick In A Plastic Carrier Bag During Much Of The Drive Back From Devon - A Bag That Turned Out To Have A Hole In It.

Being A Monarchist, And Fawning Over Those 'above' You, You Must Naturally Despise Those 'below' Or On The Same Socioeconomic Level As Yourself, Because That Is How Hierarchy Worship Works.

May I Just Single Out For Salutations, On The "anti-war" Side: Pop Stars For Appeasement, Dancers Against Democracy, Actors For Apathy, Fashionistas For Fascism And Jugglers For Genocide. All Of Them United Under That Flaccid Flag Of Convenience, Show-offs For Saddam.

I Feel I'm Trying To Get This Really Crap Car Going, And It Just Keeps Stalling On Me. And Then Other Times I Feel Like My Life's A Train Thundering Toward Me, And I'm In A Car Stuck On The Crossroads And Can't Get Out. Isn't It Great Being Young!