In an opening chapter, Jan Manette (a pseudonym) says ""be discreet-- don't even admit you've read this book."" She didn't want to admit she wrote it and the evasion seems justified. We didn't want to read it. We had to. Even after she told us (also in the first chapter) that she hadn't anything new to say. The tone is one of intimate solidarity as firm as it was in Lysistrata but she believes in fighting above the neckline and not below the belt. ""Fluff your dainty puff all over to let its silken magic work."" Women, once they accept the fact that men have the top jobs, can do very well-- ""the plan... it's the man."" Pick a comer, groom him, decorate the office, keep flowers (from your garden) or candy on the desk, promote yourself, JOIN and don't overlook the ""Mrs."" of ""Mr. Big."" What's to be gained through sex? Well, as Miss Manette would say in her inimitable idiom, ""I've got news for you."" Lunch only, Helen Gurley Brown.