Occasionally, Bedside Companion 's idealism is a wee mite twee . No one's more offended by this than the brash, talented woman who is told via resonant images and buzzwords that her gender's contributions can be reduced to an eternal, bleating whine signifying nothing in these times of quiet heroism and loud guns. If you fancy yourself enlightened to women's issues, Bedside Companion will remain out of the cobwebbed caverns of your library and will live in the vicinity of your nightstand, as it advertises. It's an indispensable piece of entertainment, and a breeze to read. Its humor extends past the trademark gorilla masks of the book's authors, into wry comic strips and horse's-mouth punditry.
Women can be funny.
We can write music, too, as Billboard, Soundscan and innumerable kvelling reviews have confirmed. Now, in the wake of music's great equalization, it would be a welcome change to see capably executed art by females hanging in our musty, revered galleries along with pieces from the established masters. Forward a copy of this yak to the LS.n Editors Forward a copy of this yak to this article's author If you want to get an e-mail if someone responds to your yak, give us your address below. It won't be made public. I'm glad to see the Girls getting any sort of exposure.