Women's influences, brought to you by a man.

Benjamin Radford of LiveScience.com had this pearl of wisdom to share recently. He has clearly spent many, many days as a woman in the Western world, having deep, important thoughts.

I wrote him about it and you can too! It's fun! Here's his email address: mmreaders@radfordreviews.com. He asks for "comments, compliments, and angry-but-civil letters." Guess which one I sent.


In other news, I and the Rob have now moved. We spent the weekend going from college housing in Goose Hollow to a sweet old apartment complex in NE with hardwood floors.

I'm pretty pleased about this. The old place was kind of "fancy" in some ways - by which I mostly mean "overpriced and rude" - and there were, in our mutual history, several unfortunate rendezvous* involving loud, drunken carousing neighbors at one a.m. and my rather short temper. I can't say that I think I'll be missed. But at the new flat? Well, let me tell you this: We don't share any walls, and our only neighbor (upstairs) is named Milton.

That fact alone gives me great hope. Milton is not the name of a man who will wake you at two on a Wednesday morn with a tuneless chorus of Popular Crappy Song out of his bedroom window. Milton would never sit under your balcony on hot, windless summer nights and chain smoke. Milton doesn't skateboard down the hall, leave his unwanted furniture in the common areas, park one car over two spaces, move furniture all night, or hotbox his apartment. I have faith in Milton.

And if I'm wrong? I guess there'll have to be a rendezvous. Milton, consider yourself warned.

*I really, really wanted to write "rendezvouses" there, but I restrained myself. (With my famous restraint.) It's not only fake French, it's fun to say! Try it.