The Vulnerable Man Syndrome

December, 1983

I Suffer, like many women of my ilk, from Nick Nolte mania. I can't get enough of the guy. The rasp in his voice, the bewilderment in his eyes and even his certain extra beefiness make me go all funny internally. I especially like the way he shrugs his shoulders. It's a shrug that, if it could speak, would say, ''I don't know what is going on, and even if I did, I'd probably fuck up.''I like existential angst in a man; it makes me think he knows what's what. There is a certain comfort and cozine...