When I need to work up my nerve to write a tough column, I try to think of myself as Emma Peel in a black leather catsuit.

It takes a lot of adrenaline and fear to make me actually write.

Journalism, spooked by rumors of its own obsolescence, has stopped believing in itself. Groans of doom alternate with panicked happy talk.

IT is an astonishing thing that historians will look back and puzzle over, that in the 21st century, American women were such hunted creatures. Even as Republicans try to wrestle women into chastity belts, the Vatican is trying to muzzle American nuns.

I think Hillary Clinton's a very clever politician but she would be too easy to stereotype the way John Kerry was.

As a woman, I know that if I write about another woman, it will be perceived as a catfight.

Tweetin' ain't cheatin'.