After menopause, I discovered the joy of drinking wine, and of sinking deeply into writing and time alone. These things replaced the sex drive I had thoroughly cruised down as a youth, exploring one dead end, detour, and unpaved dirty road after another. I have refused to take the libido-restoring male hormones constantly proffered me by this culture and Suzanne Somers and her hordes of apologists and postmenopausal cougars…. I am old now: gray, wrinkled, tired, and bloated, and my joints ache, too. But I am ready to come into my full destiny—as my childhood dreams predicted—as a Neo-Amazonian Pirate Queen of my own vessel: firing cannonballs at [...]

"Arianna Huffington has, for the second time in her career, found a big payout at the end of an implausible-seeming relationship." —Oh gosh.

"It’s a slow-motion train wreck and will end in disaster." —Gosh, how do you really feel about the AOL HuffPo buy?