that I can give them "make-up tips". And what happens? When I see a pair of eyebrows as aggressively bushy as those of Richard Nixon, I say: "those eyebrows gotta go!" Reaction? An indignant negative answer. "I surely would look funny with plucked eyebrows at my job!" The eyebrows are "the untouchables" and no matter what a job of make-up you do on that face it ends up by looking like Dick Nixon with lipstick. So, why ask for make-up tips? We all lnow that you don't have to pluck an eyebrow into nothingness to make it look less obvious a little trimming and a little plucking can do wonders

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but there are those who just won't see it that way . and will always look like an irate Jupiter in skirts.

From reports received from various sources I am baffled to hear that some of our most distinguished TV friends have just about stopped dressing. Their excuse is that they have been very busy . . . This may be so, but I've yet to see an active TV without time to dress REGARDLESS of the amount of work they do. Could it be that dressing has ceased to thrill them? Has the girl-within decided to hibernate? I just don't understand it. And I become even more disconcerted upon hearing that some formerly extremely active TV's have just ceased altogether in their TV life . . . examples: Lee of NY (see early issues of TVia) - Felicity (hasn't dressed in over a year- Joan of N.J. and a few others. . . My reaction to all this is terribly irrational: I feel thay have betrayed TVism . . . .. they are perhaps proving that TVism can be erradicated from one's life . . . and so I illogically resent anyone who threatens my favorite thesis that we are born TV's or at least that there is some biological basis for our behavior. (Virginia, please excuse!) - I don't know why these things should upset me, but that's the truth. I guess I cannot be objective and impartial when I see that my TVism grows stronger and stronger as the years go by. . . somehow I tend to assume that everybody feels the same way I do. I could be mistaken in my assumption and I hate to admit I may be mistaken. Susanna is always right, you know.

And since I am in a mood to be critical . . . here's another tidbit. I had the pleasure of meeting the president of one of our Midwestern chapters. Delightful person. Her name is Irene, although I only met her brother. As she was describing to me some of the activities of her group, suddenly I heard something that I just could not believe. It seems that during the Summer