About time women started poking some fun at themselves, and you poke hard, Jean, and I mean that in a nice way, so no sniggering. As for book clubs, I've found the solution: I joined one at my sweet local library branch. It's run by one of the librarians, it's on the first Friday of the month AT the library, therefore no food competitions and no neighborhood gossip, just a well-guided discussion of the book. The members are mostly women although a few men have wandered in, and they're all smart and they don't play girl games. The only drawback is: no wine.