Last night, Charna, her friend Molly and I went to the Warhol. When we got to the cloud room there were a large number of people punching and kicking the pillows. I would have said lots of testosterone, but they were mostly women. Finally one of them tore a cloud. They ran away very quickly. When Robin and I were in the room neither of us felt any urge to fight with the clouds. We walked through them very gently. I don’t understand the energy or anger these women were displaying.