"More Penguins Please" is gone. While I'd like very much to revisit some of the topics that came to mind as a result of my writing it (and, especially, the comments it engendered), I don't feel comfortable leaving it up just now. It was something of a hit job, and I think I'd feel better about myself if it were more an attack-the-argument piece.

Then again, I'm not sure how you attack the argument that feminism was born from the wombs of anorgasmic women--ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, I'll quit while I'm ahead. Really, you people never let me have a moment's fun.

We'll get back to it next week, which is going to be . . . ooh, should I tell you? I'm having a little theme week for myself. You may want to read something else that week. Or you may not. If there's one thing I never can predict, it's what'll catch on and what'll tank. Don't ever give me a job at Vogue. I couldn't predict a trend if it were barreling at me bearing a sign reading, "THIS IS THE NEXT BIG THING."