As so often happens in the retelling of grand and not-so-grand amours alike, her re-creation of the affair is trite and teeny-boppery, an effect magnified by her inclusion of scrapbook snapshots — her puffy first boyfriend (“giving up my virginity was special”); a 1972 wedding snap of “Sheryl and Ronnie” (they are still married); a shot of the Upper East Side snuggery where she and Bernie hooked up; and a collage of the “iconic” lipstick building where she and Bernie first met.

She dismissed him with a wave of the hand.

... where the ‘long house’, or Great Council Fire, of the nation was universally admitted to be established.

Oftentimes you're embarrassed and don't want other people to know about it. You likely feel like crap and wish you had never put yourself out there in the first place. Shake it off, my friend. It's time to pull on your big girl pants.