If we’re getting all egalitarian here, are you picking him up and carrying him home when he’s drunk? That’s when chivalry stops being gendered. Maybe you’re right, though. Maybe we’re entering the age of muscular women, carrying their loved ones home from O’Reilly’s Bar and then going back for his umbrella and lunch pail.

I did a poor imitation of Don Draper for 40 years before writing my first novel. I'm currently in the final stages of a children's book. Lucky me.

I did a poor imitation of Don Draper for 40 years before writing my first novel. I'm currently in the final stages of a children's book. Lucky me.