Everytime I say "sure" when I mean "no," everytime I smile brightly when I'm exploding with rage, every time I imagine my man's achievement is my own, I know the cheerleader never really died. I feel her shaking her ass inside me and I hear her breathless, girlish voice mutter "T-E-A-M, Yea, Team.

The illusion of companionship sits waiting in the television set. We keep our televisions on more than we watch them - an average of more than seven hours a day. For background. For company.

What we have in common is what keeps us apart.

In becoming archaeologists of the world of our mothers, we are trying to retrieve the female past and to invent a future.

I say you hurt me. You say I scorned you. We say we care. It begins. The conversation begins.

Humor tells you where the trouble is.

The question arises as to whether it is possible not to live in the world of men and still to live in the world.