A Lot of Consonants

Lately I’ve found myself thinking that the smartest, bravest and most progressive thing a lady writer can do is go out and have super-hot sex with an intellectual, bookish gentleman and then come home and write a hilarious sitcom script about an alien who becomes president, a fully-footnoted treatise about the many ways in which our economic system is completely fucked up or a children’s book about a little girl who learns how to play the drums.