In between all the other bullshit happening today, I stop to read an article about a French film/book called "Le Cliente". It centers around the new acceptance in French culture of older women getting a sexual revolution: they're going after the sex for pleasure. That's the gist of the article...Well, I read down to the last section and the characters in the book are described: the female protagonist's name is Mr. W's pet name for me. I just welled up and cried right there.