For five years Nancy Friday has carried in her wallet a tiny slip of paper that reads: "In jealousy there is more self-love than love." Like so many other examples of pithy wrongheadedness, that fragment of portentousness was discovered inside a Chinese fortune cookie. Friday, the author of My Mother/ My Self and two books on sexual fantasies, kept the message because jealousy was beginning to obsess her. "As much as I needed love and men," she says, "as soon as I fell in love with one, I would be afraid of losing him, and I didn't understand why the anxiety...
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