This evening, while thumbing through a news magazine, I noticed the obituary of Marilyn Chambers. I had no idea who she was and wasn't familiar with her body of work. (She started as the face of Ivory Snow soap flakes --at roughly the same time that I was the age of the tyke in her arms-- and went down from there.) But it took me all of two sentences to get caught up in her life's narrative, and now I could cite you dates, revenues, etc.Would I need to be a eunuch for stuff like this not to grab and hold my attention?
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