When I am snagged into reading the abundant commentary on sites such as Silliman (here the men discuss Sex & The City) and Poetry Foundation etc, I think I can hear women lifting the untidy cuffs of men as they sit formulating and formulating opinion after opinion on opinion after opinion, wiping the floor around them and leaving plates of cheese and fruits, and sometimes great lines, and insights along with a shot of creme de menthe.

Where do they get the time, one wonders? Where to do they get the time?