What all the ads and whorescopes seemed to imply was that if only you took proper care of your smells, your hair, your boobs, your eyelashes, your armpits, your crotch, your stars, your scars, your choice of Scotch in bars - you would meet a beautiful powerful, potent, and rich man who would satisfy every longing, fill every hole, make your heart skip a beat (or stand still), make you misty, and fly you to the moon (preferably on gossamer wings), where you would live totally satisfied forever.
Erica JongIs a currency worth anything if no one wants it? We used to buy shoes in Italy. Remember?
Erica JongIf you apologize for something that isn't your fault in the first place, you, in effect, confirm their belief that it is your fault.
Erica Jong