Many a time freedom has been rolled back - and always for the same sorry reason: fear.

Some days, I'd feel better with Punxsutawney Phil in the Oval Office - at least he doesn't lie about the weather.

I used to go on college campuses 25 years ago and announce I was a feminist, and people thought it meant I believed in free love and was available for a quick hop in the sack. ... Now I go on college campuses and say I'm a feminist, and half of them think it means I'm a lesbian. How'd we get from there to here without passing "Go"?

Bad policies, stupid policies, gutless policies have real consequences.

The thing is this: You got to have fun while you're fightin' for freedom, 'cause you don't always win.

Although a life-long fashion dropout, I have absorbed enough by reading Harper's Bazaar while waiting at the dentist's to have grasped that the purpose of fashion is to make A Statement. My own modest Statement, discerned by true cognoscenti, is, "Woman Who Wears Clothes So She Won't Be Naked.

I don't so much mind that newspapers are dying - it's watching them commit suicide that pisses me off.