Maybe that has a little something to do with Copstick’s campaign. After all, the Erotic Review is ailing and she’s trying to revive it. One way to do that is with a jolt of scandal, as Salon’s Laura Miller suggested in an e-mail: “As she well knows, women are as capable of naked and shameless sex writing as they are of naked and shameless bids for attention — which is what her statements so patently are.” The inimitable Susie Bright, who got a good laugh from Copstick’s comments, wrote in an e-mail: “I do have to applaud her PR instincts … say something ridiculous and put yourself on the map!”

So women can’t write sex…and we don’t like food apparently either (uh, my waistline respectfully disagrees) but then she goes on to say that ‘She said she loved sex so could write about it in the “scratch and itch burst of endorphins” style in which it should be written.’ But she’s a… well…SHE so which is it? Do women like sex and can we write raunchier stuff or can’t we, because apparently SHE can and she has dem ladyparts. Is she an anomally of the female gender?

Stupid and contradictory and stupid.

Isn’t there a filter between their egos and their mouths?