Barbra Streisand: Obsession of a Redblooded American Boy »

I have finally recognized that my preteen obsession with Barbra Streisand is the key to understanding why I am such a regular guy. Like all boys, I wanted to be just like my mother. But the Oedipal overtones were too much, so I transferred this natural inclination onto someone famous with a ballpark resemblance to [...]

Continue »