"If they can make a cologne to attract a man, you'd think they'd make one to repel him as well." Diane Ford knows men. She's chewed them up and spat them out. Asked to name her ideal man, she'd either cite her divorce lawyer or the husbands who have provided her with such great material. Whether it's the problem of crotch-nuzzling German Shepherds at parties, or men's obsession with their own shit ("Most of them never got over 'Mummy, look' "), this Minnesota road comic takes no prisoners. With the cutesy face of Wilma Flintstone and the acid tongue of Bette Davis, Ford is a slick sourpuss.