Reading The Fascinating Woman has improved my marriage immensely by reminding me how happy I am to be married to someone who loves, respects and appreciates my artificial, promiscuous, heavily made up, wage earning, undomestic, bleach blonde, acrylic-nailed, fake boobeded, wisecracking self and not a motherfucking Mormon who thinks my value is diminished if I fucking wear anything that has pockets (that’s literally in here)