In A Nation Of Celebrity Worshipers, Amid

The Rich Plankton Of Pop Heroes And Pop Villains On Which We Americans Are Accustomed To Feed, The Daily Media Soup Of Sports Figures, Ax Murderers, Politicians, And Rock Singers, The Ever-running River Of Celebs, Heavies, And Oddballs That We Use To Spice Up Our Own Relatively Humdrum Lives Has Of Late Become A Very Watery Gruel. Where Have All The Good Guys And Bad Guys Gone? Why Does Everyone Out There Look So Gray?

The Price Of Shallow Sex May Be A Corresponding Loss Of Capacity For Deep Love.

Hair Brings One’s Self-image Into Focus; It Is Vanity’s Proving Ground. Hair Is Terribly Personal, A Tangle Of Mysterious Prejudices

The Paradox Of Reality Is That No Image Is As Compelling As The One Which Exists Only In The Mind's Eye.

In A Nation Of Celebrity Worshipers, Amid Followers Of The Cult Of Personality, Individual Modesty Becomes A Heroic Quality. I Find Heroism In The Acceptance Of Anonymity, In The Studied Resistance To The Normal American Tropism Toward The Limelight.