And then, there's "Y." The wife also knows and used to be kind and tolerant. Not any more. "Y" was dressing too often according to her. I say: is there anybody who can tell me the "right" dressing dosage for a TV? Once a year? Once a month? Once a week? Once a day? Once an hour? I say: dress whenever you feel like dressing. I assure all GG's it is less harmful (if any) than smoking whenever one feels like smoking. "Y" used to have a fairly nice wardrobe. Not any more. The wife made it vanish. So . .

"Y" is starting now from a scratch and is desperately looking for a place to leave his clothes. That GG is going to be surprised when any day now, her husband is going to vanish for good.

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And finally, I met "Z." The wife does not know. Surprisingly however, she seems to have read several issues of TVia loaned to her get this by the wife of a TV! But her reaction to TVism has been totally negative. Her position is: "I am so happy that my husband is not one of those pitiful men!" So "Z" doesn't dare even hint at the truth and drags along a thoroughly masculine existence which he hates. I quote him: "I hate every minute of the hours which are supposed to be my time to relax. And I'm afraid some day I'll end up by hating the person who symbolizes my frustration." Nice outlook for this marriage!

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Now I would like to invade Sheila's department. I'm sure she'll forgive me for trespassing into the literary world. I seldom read a book twice. But after reading "I want what I want", I had to re-read it. The subject is not exactly a TV. He is more of a transsexual and the ending the classic ending of all such stories is tragedy. Roy the hero as Wendy (the heroine) commits suicide. But there are many passages through the book that hit home. His fantastic preoccupation with clothes which is not necessarily typical of transsexuals – puts him on our side of the fence. But above all, I enjoyed the forceful, vivid style of the author: Geoff Brown. Just as a sample I'd like to quote from a scene. Roy has purchased an entire wardrobe (mail order)

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