... The State Of Rapture I Experience

And So, Thanksgiving. Its The Most Amazing Holiday. Just Think About It — It's A Miracle That Once A Year So Many Millions Of Americans Sit Down To Exactly The Same Meal As One Another, Exactly The Same Meal They Grew Up Eating, And Exactly The Same Meal They Ate A Year Earlier. The Turkey. The Sweet Potatoes. The Stuffing. The Pumpkin Pie. Is There Anything Else We All Can Agree So Vehemently About? I Don't Think So.

I Am A Writer And A Feminist, And The Two Seem To Be Constantly In Conflict.... Ever Since I Became Loosely Involved With It, It Has Seemed To Me One Of The Recurring Ironies Of This Movement That There Is No Way To Tell The Truth About It Without, In Some Small Way, Seeming To Hurt It.

When You Realize You Want To Spend The Rest Of Your Life With Somebody, You Want The Rest Of Your Life To Start As Soon As Possible.

Working As A Journalist Is Exactly Like Being A Wallflower At An Orgy.

You Can't Call Yourself A Feminist If You Don't Believe In The Right To Abortion.