
When she was introduced, her credentials were listed as “attorney, activist and goddess of femininity.” Every attorney has a libel lawyer, and every attorney needs one, so I’m not naming names. And I’m not encouraging you to pray to the Goddess for her bounty of femininity, since to have your prayer ignored would be disappointing and to have it answered would be catastrophic.
September 5, 1995
“Consider this,” said the Goddess. “When men go off to fight and die in wars, who is it who gets left at home with the children? Women!”
Whoop, whoop, whoop! The Sisterhood ate that one up.
“They get to see the world, and we get to see the diaper pail!”
Whoop, whoop, whoop!
“When Captain Scott O’Grady was shot down over Bosnia, we heard all about what a hero he is. Did we hear anything about his wife? His sisters? His mother bore him, didn’t she? She’s the real hero!”
Whoop, whoop, whoop!
It doesn’t pay to argue with stuff like this, but I’m pretty sure the media did carry stories about O’Grady’s womenfolk. If they didn’t, it would be the first dollop of schmaltz they’ve managed to overlook.
But that doesn’t really matter. The Goddess was cooking up what the Sisterhood craved to eat, and nothing spoils that kind of feast faster than a pinch of fact.
Can I say “pinch”? It might be construed as sexual harassment, if anyone would dare accuse the Goddess of inciting sexual contemplation…
But no one would. She wasn’t unattractive, precisely, she was merely hideous. I am not committing the horrid crime of “lookism”; her hideousness came entirely from within. From the outside, she was just another middle-aged woman fighting stoutness, fighting matronliness, fighting the ravages of a diminished estrogen supply – and losing. She was groomed and then some, but the effort of her grooming served only to betray that it was an effort, and the net effect of her battle against aging was to make her look war-torn.
But even so, so what? It was the ugliness from within that scarred her as no cosmetics or hair salon ever could. (more…)


From September of 2012, this is me at Richard Nikoley’s 
























