Whenever I Am Sent A New Book

The Truth Of The Matter Is, Beauty Is A Specific Thing, Rare And Fleeting. Some Of Us Have It In Our Teens, 20s And 30s And Then Lose It; Most Of Us Have It Not At All. And That's Perfectly Okay. But Lying To Yourself That You Have It When You Don't Seems To Me Simple-minded At Best And Psychotic At Worst.

Sadly, A Lot Of What Passes For Feminism These Days Is Just Moaning About Men, Congratulating Ourselves On Nothing In Particular, And Mocking Them For Being Big Kids While Doing Everything We Can To Keep Them That Way.

Punk Was Over In Two Years. That Was The Only Damn Good Thing About It.

I Don't Really Care What People Tell Children - When You Believe In Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny And The Tooth Fairy, One More Fib Won't Hurt. But I Am Infuriated By The Growing Notion, Posited In Some Touchy-feely Quarters, That All Women Are, Or Can Be, Beautiful.

A Woman Who Looks Like A Girl And Thinks Like A Man Is The Best Sort, The Most Enjoyable To Be And The Most Pleasurable To Have And To Hold.