
From the New Yorker, March 29, 1968.They're setting the bar really high. Women, pretty or otherwise, who are capable of writing things down, handing over car keys, recommending restaurants or just being generally helpful? Good luck, buddies! Personally, I can barely do anything besides put on mascara. Whoa, wait a second! Who's writing this? I don't know how to type!
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