Men were always wrong. Men were aggressors; men were rapists; men were stupid; men were obsessed with their penises; men were responsible for forcing my mother into a heterosexual marriage and motherhood.
I have Sam Waterston's home phone number, which over the last 15 years I have called four times, when I was having a panic attack and knew that hearing the sound of his voice on his answering machine would soothe me.
I’m one of those women who is very small on top and twice the size on the bottom. I have what are lovingly referred to by tabloid magazines as cankles, and in general my legs do not look like legs but like pale white tree trunks.