i takes it medium rare

d'ja hear the one about how girls on the make now eat steak on dates to show that they can eat steak on dates and aren't so dainty that all they want is frisee, hold the frizzy. supposed to make you seem casual and not so body-fat-mass-orientated, see. was in today's paper.

what does this mean for the likes of me, who actually loves steak (that juicy, succulent, chewy goodness!) and orders it, and burgers and lambchops and even, occasionally, ribs and other manner of meat on dates, with friends, alone. now someone might think i order a steak cause i want to catch a man!

when a and p got married (you were there jc, remember?) oh, what a meat fest! and she had already closed the deal!

but what this article misses—and i even had a long discussion about it with a fella i used to fellate (move over chas simic!)—is that there are stereotypes about women who eat meat that challenge the miss porter-inspired steakophilia now in vogue: that is, female steak-eaters are sexually unabashed. i think that's what it was. please, all, correct me if i'm wrong.