A few years ago, I was shopping in a used bookshop with a coworker. I had just purchased The Physical Life of Woman, and my poor colleague listened very politely as I read aloud to him the book’s bonkers advice, including a dubious cure for nymphomania and reasons why one shouldn’t marry a feeble-minded woman. As a lover of social and sexual history, feminism, and random factoids, I was hooked. Since then, my collection of books and ephemera has expanded quite a bit, currently covering the 1880s-1960s. (I’ve found that advice started getting sensible in the early 1970s… and what fun is that?)
When I’m not searching for the next Hussy of the Month, I’m an editor, writer, knitter, and bourbon imbiber living in Chicago.