
Difficult Women
Say a woman is “difficult,” and chances are that she will not get the job, the promotion, or the invitation to join the club. The
Say a woman is “difficult,” and chances are that she will not get the job, the promotion, or the invitation to join the club. The
On the cover of this week’s issue of The Economist, an intriguing headline reads: “Why women should boast more.” I took the hook. I don’t
Of course, not. What editor worth his salt would choose to group reviews of memoirs written by men under that title? No one. But Memoirs
I’m not going back to school in the way that “back to school” meant as a child (new shoes, new teachers), or as an adult
Summer Black, of course. No New Yorker needs persuading about wearing black in the summer―is there any other color?―but apparently London women need help, or
The FEMEN movement has warned London and Britain that an offensive on the city is in the works. Inna Shevchenko whose face inspired a new
I’ve long been enamored of new-wave movies since they changed my life, and so it was a treat to see feminists referred to as “new
There I was all set to report on the doings around the Royal Baby, when an item about Anthony Weiner popped up as the head
Back in New York for a few days, and reading the Times (on paper, of course), I’m reminded how publicly Jewish a city New York
“Murray ends the 77-year wait for British win.” Ooops. The headline misses the fact that Virginia Wade won Wimbledon in 1977. But she won in
Welcome. Some musings on my current preoccupations with the worlds of illness and the worlds of books, the vicissitudes of living with cancer and the need now, in my eighties, to imagine what new writing might be.