In January 1977, I was riding north on the Pacific Coast Highway to interview Joan Didion at her home by the sea. I was euphoric and scribbling my impressions. It was raining that morning. On my left the bright gray ocean looked like wrinkled silver foil. On my right sat dirt-colored palisades, low cliffs covered by…
It is hard to get women to do things outside of the home. Generally, we prefer to sit and mumble quietly to ourselves, or pickle vegetables in jars of our own menstrual blood. Luckily, New York state has developed a canny method for attracting women to the sport of hunting: allow them to wear pink!
Almost as soon as I arrived in Manhattan to seek my fortune, I backed into a knuckle-bruising battle with Playboy’s Hugh Hefner.
Today, we tackle what is hands-down the most barmy book selected for our Halloween YA Book Club: Daughters of Eve. Originally published in 1979, it's about a girls-only extracurricular club co-opted by an ominous radical feminist, who encourages them to RISE UP. It is really something.
Guess what? You're a feminist. If you are a person alive in the world, other people, both men and women, have told you that all feminists are hairy, reactionary, undersexed, man-hating bitches who need to quit cryin' (because we have suffrage now! And Roombas!). HOWEVER. THAT IS OBVIOUSLY STUPID.