It’s 1986. A small woman with large kohl-rimmed eyes, a red buzz cut and a leather headband looks directly into the camera and says: “Hello, I am Erica Jong.” She is all attitude and leather. She shifts voices while she talks about being Erica Jong. She says: “I would rather be a baby than have sex. I would rather write goo-goo.” She starts talking abou…
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