I keep reading about all this angry sex, needy sex, suffocating sex, S/M sex (including self-flagellation), and victim sex. It’s not erotic, it’s not funny, and it’s not loving. It’s pathetic sex by a woman who feels victimized, but who does a lot of preying on others as well. I’m finding nothing I can relate to…

The stories we read to our children are meant to speak to our children; they’re meant to open their eyes to the world they just entered, provide them with hints about how to make choices, and most importantly, they’re meant to inspire them to feel comfortable enough in their own skin to be who they came here to be. I don’t think that using the masculine pronoun throughout an entire story will create sexists, but I do believe that stories…

The Morning After John Lennon Was Shot was described as ‘…a satire on the so-called men’s movement—where men gather in a group to tell their primal story, the single great mythic journey of their lives during which all truths are revealed’ and set, as the title suggests, in the…

I’m sitting here, in my mildly jet-lagged and highly caffeinated state, reading the disclaimer of Braman’s book where she talks about how she’s not responsible for the water that comes into your life while reading her book. Meanwhile, I can actually feel my hair growing into…

When you can’t conceal your laughter on a train full of stern and snippy commuters, you know it’s good. When you consider buying a copy for everyone you know this Christmas, you know it’s good. When you pull it out of your purse on date night and start re-reading parts to your hungry date as he tosses his fork under the table just to be able to hide from your hysterical laughter, and you…

Just finished reading one page of this book after a 3-week hiatus and I’m already giggling. Bloody brilliant! Can you imagine what an effective marketing campaign it would make to simply have people read this book in public? All the spontaneous laughter would surely coax at least a few passers-by to read the back cover.