The unwed mother, the lesbian, the collectivist, the divorcee, the widow, the college girl, the feminist, the minority woman, the good, the bad and even the ugly are meticulously parsed in this newest, all too microscopic study of the minutiae of modern femininity. Widows have it better than everyone else, the author concludes, citing every hackneyed feminist source from Jessie Bernard to Lynn Caine to prove her point. Nobody watches to see how they act. That all the good men are either dead or married is the repetitive cri de coeur that echoes throughout the volume, from the lips of the lovelies who maintain, nonetheless, that they're delighted with the status quo--being alone. But if the volume of that cry gets any louder, we'll all drown in the self-pity that pervades many of these case histories--and altogether too many books about women.