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This Sex Which Is Not One
Sound familiar? Cast your mind back to Luce Irigaray’s essay (also book title). Sometimes I think everything important about women was written in the 1970s,
October 17, 2013
Friendship
What I Don’t Want to Remember
There are lots of jokes about forgotten anniversaries, usually to reprove husbands who have forgotten the anniversary of their marriage. I have forgotten my own
October 10, 2013
Noted
I’ll Have What She’s…
How many readers still know how to finish the sentence? Or that “I’ll Have What She’s Having” found instant fame in Nora Ephron’s 1989 witty
October 4, 2013
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Dressing for Success?
Walking from the subway to the Graduate Center, where I teach, I pass by the shop window of the Garment Center, or at least what
September 26, 2013
Noted
Alpha Females Tell Us How to Do It All
Why do women who have what they think other women want–the magical trifecta of ALL: husband, kids, big job―feel the need to tell women who
September 19, 2013
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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
September 12, 2013
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The Shame of Self-Promotion
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
September 5, 2013
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Memoirs by Men, or why bother?
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
August 28, 2013
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Back to School
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
August 22, 2013
Noted
Three Shades of Black
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
August 15, 2013
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.