Musing

Ruts are underrated. Being on different pages — that’s the real problem.

You know what I choose to show you, and almost nothing else.

Among the dozens of women I encountered, what struck me most was the enormous variety — and what that taught me about sex work as a category, not a thing.

We men are like a kid running with scissors: irresponsible and dangerous.

A reader asked me to define narcissism. I’m happy to oblige — it’s a word I know intimately.

A glossary of sorts — what I actually mean when I say “compulsion” and “addiction,” and why the distinction matters more than you might think.

I keep circling back to this one, because smart people I admire keep getting it wrong in the same way.

The feeling I fear most is the one I’ve spent years seeking out.

Freud is my bartender, and I’d like to tell you what he’s been serving me.

What girls wanted wasn’t badness. What they didn’t want was niceness. It took me decades to understand the difference.