In the midst of what she sees as a lousy—in fact, downright misogynistic—year for women, Maureen Dowd finds salvation in an unlikely source: Keith Richards. His "chivalrous voice" comes through in his new autobiography, in which he recalls the teenage groupies who threw themselves at the group not with "titillation but terror" and recounts relationships with the women in his life not with "candor but generosity."
In her New York Times column, Dowd notes that Richards has been happily wed for decades and is now supporting his wife through her cancer. “I’ve never been able to go to bed with a woman just for sex,” the supposed bad boy writes in his book. Concludes Dowd: "The consummate gentleman. Who knew?"