Since The Bridges of Madison County, I’m dubious when people say, “You haveto read this book. ” But I finally read The Girls’ Guide to Hunting and Fishing and it rocked. The first book I’ve read in recent memory with a heroine who was funny and wasn’t punished for it:

“No wonder I’m single,” she says to the mirror. “Even I don’t want to go to bed with these thighs.”

I say getting married isn’t like winning the Miss America Pageant; it doesn’t all come down to the bathing suit competition.

“What do you think it comes down to?” she says.

I say, “Baton twirling.”

4:56 p.m.

Seeing Spots

The bus posters for Disney’s new 101 Dalmations feature a bunch of puppies falling through the air. They have quizzical expressions, they’re posed in awkward, falling-puppy positions. Cute, I guess, but puppies don’t land on their feet. I can’t get those 101 sickly thuds out of my head.

Body Metrics

I was reading a women’s magazine article about how to dress flatteringly. It had tips for women who have issues with their torsos–too long or too short. Apparently I missed that chapter in the chick book because this is a whole category that I don’t obsess about. I know lots of women who worry that their boobs are too small or their butt is too big, but I have never, ever heard two guys at a bar say:

“She’s hot.”

“Yeah, but her torso’s all messed up.”

“Whoa…you’re right. I didn’t notice until she took off the jacket.”

11:57 a.m.