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Comment to A Poem on 5/15

Frank Peterson - 5/15/2008 1:09 PM
Now let’s talk about The Kiss, the one that really mattered: It was Anne of course—lord, that woman could kiss—one of her kisses sent a frisson of delight through my entire body—and it went on and on and on—one of those kisses that seem to last three days—and by the time she finished kissing me that first time I was besotted, totally, utterly, forever in love, and though she is gone that kiss is in the movie in my mind that never stops playing. How couldn’t a man fall in love with a woman like that.

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Comment to A Friend Stopped By on 5/15

Margo Porter - 5/15/2008 12:13 PM
I do find that men who are not from the U.S. still understand the purpose of wooing and flirting. They also enjoy it. That’s we have to bring back to all men: the idea that it’s FUN. We now have more women leading countries than ever before. IN my life time, THERE WILL BE A WOMAN IN THE WHITE HOUSE. (Maybe Hillary maybe not). We’ve gone to outer space. It’s in our nature to develop things, people, concepts. Look to the courtesans of the Renaissance. They had less resources than we do. Yet they made men create masterfu works of art and discover new lands. We come from Queen Elizabeth I, Catherine de Medici, Marie Curie, Francoise Gilot, Eleanor Roosevelt, Coretta Scott King and many others. We can do this for ourselves and the girls to come.

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Comment to Q & A on 5/14

Frannie Em - 5/12/2008 12:18 AM
I guess the next question is - is the blogosphere polluting an already terribly flawed system of politics? I see so many wonderful women respond to questions about what they love reading, but when the question gets on the democratic primary - you hardly see any of those names responding - either they don’t care or they will be pounced on.

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Comment to Conversation on 05/13

Kelly Kelly - 5/13/2008 9:27 AM
When I met my husband he hadn’t spoken to his older brother in a decade. I had been raised with no siblings in site by a single mom who moved every six months to a year. all i’d ever wanted was a house filled with family. So I couldn’t believe he had a brother he didn’t talk to. I kept asking "why?" saying "I don’t get it" Š "you mean that’s all that the problem was"? One day about a year into our relationship he ran into his brother in an airport. he called him the next day. NowŠ 7 years later he’s one of our best friends. we travel together, we email almost every day. it’s amazing. the two of them barely remember what the problem was.

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Comment to Conversation on 05/15/2008

Lennie Rose - 5/15/2008 8:14 AM
At 20 -35 you flaunt it. By 50 you hide it. When you’re young you can see every detail of yourself with no idea what you’re looking at. As you age you see yourself more clearly but lose your sight to protect yourself. I think of beauty as an inner beam, a process of self-acceptance that allows you to light up the world. "Women’s Search For Beauty" is like "Man’s Search for Meaning" without lipstick.