I suffered I really suffered with all three of my husbands. And I tried damn hard with all three starting each marriage certain that it was going to last until the end of my life. Yet none of them lasted more than a year or two.
To avoid being mistaken for a sellout I chose my friends carefully. The more politically active black students. The foreign students. The Chicanos. The Marxist professors and structural feminists and punk-rock performance poets.
