I am writing a book about the sexual revolution with my friend Rebecca Walberg. More accurately, I am researching a book right now, so please don’t ask me how writing is going for I will rapidly begin to hyperventilate and it will be awkward for everyone.
I am using this opportunity to catch up on the women’s studies education I never had. And, quite frankly, never wished I had. I’m starting my reading at the very beginning, with a historical defence of the rights of women. Enter one Mary Wollstonecraft.
As a side comment, I’m intrigued by her description of problems she sees around her, which I would hazard to say, in some instances are not all that different today.
So on I read, and enjoying it more than I thought.
Mary Wollstonecraft is long-winded, yes, even more than I. And so in reading today I flipped forward in the pages to see when the chapter would end and what the next chapter might be about.
The next chapter is called: “Chapter III: THE SAME SUBJECT CONTINUED.”
And there you have it. Who said that a spirited defence of women’s rights had to have creative chapter headings? Not I.









