There isn't any 'New Man.' The New Man is the old man, only he whines more.

A good man doesn't just happen. They have to be created by us women. A guy is a lump like a doughnut.

The world makes you into a bitch, no matter how quietly you go, so you may as well go kicking and screaming.

There were some issues and a lack of police presence,

I hate the word housewife; I don't like the word home-maker either. I want to be called Domestic Goddess.

I had left home (like all Jewish girls) in order to eat pork and take birth control pills. When I first shared an intimate evening with my husband I was swept away by the passion (so dormant inside myself) of a long and tortured existence. The physical cravings I had tried so hard to deny finally and ultimately sated... but enough about the pork.