It Is Men's Worst Fear, Personally And

I Feel Like I Owe It To The Readers To Try To Pull Back The Veil And Give Them The Honest Version Of What's Going On. But It's Not More Fun. If Obama, As He Does Sometimes Already, Gets A Little Snippy With Me About Something I've Written, You're Thinking, 'oh God, The President Of The United States Is Already Annoyed With Me.'

The Republicans, With Their Crazed Reagan Fixation, Are A Last-gasp Party, Living Posthumously, Fighting Battles On Sex, Race, Immigration And Public Education Long Ago Won By The Other Side. They're Trying To Roll Back The Clock, But Time Is Passing Them By.

Journalism, Spooked By Rumors Of Its Own Obsolescence, Has Stopped Believing In Itself. Groans Of Doom Alternate With Panicked Happy Talk.

If You're Famous Enough, The Rules Don't Apply.

Women Have Become So Obsessed With Not Withering, They've Forgotten That There Are Infinite Ways To Be Beautiful.