You know where I stand in the RH matter. One of its few upsides was that I got to know you and the other friends who watch, sleepless, from the bastions.

The internalized critics are the hardest to gainsay. At their best, they keep us grounded. But they can also bury us alive. And they're much harder on women, who are raised on begrudged, stingy leftovers from the banquet table of fame and approval.

If we fall silent, who will sing?