I had my first husband – my graduate scientist, my father’s peer. When I started my relationship, I was 23, he was 56. Literally every dog in the department discussed how I wanted to do a scientific career through the bed and how I wasn’t ashamed.

Four years later, we officially got married, and discussed him immediately - married, say, a young and naive, so that she would then bear pots for him, trick.

And you say that the stamp does not change anything. ha ha!