A male friend writes:
The great difference between men and women, the mystical separation of the two sexes that confounds a thousand poets and is the lament of millions more, an inwardly and outwardly rage – a perpetual tornado of violence and words, the latter as destructive as the knife-wielding psychopath (of both sexes) who charges an innocent or betrayer, the hapless spouse or the lecherous adulterer who will eventually take his or her place in a body outline of tape and forensic exactitude, before a collection of detectives and reporters (if the victim is “lucky” enough to have been famous, or to have post-mortem fame bestowed upon him or her because of a certain look – Laci Peterson had it; hundreds of others didn
