Maxioms by Erica Jong
What all the ads and all the whoreoscopes seemed to imply was that if only you were narcissistic enough, if read more
What all the ads and all the whoreoscopes seemed to imply was that if only you were narcissistic enough, if only you took proper care of your smells, your hair, your boobs, your eyelashes, your armpits, your crotch, your stars, your scars, and your choice of Scotch in bars--you would meet a beautiful, powerful, potent, and rich man who would satisfy every longing, fill every hole, make your heart skip a beat (or stand still), make you misty, and fly you to the moon (preferably on gossamer wings), where you would live totally satisfied forever.
Jealousy is all the fun you think they had.
Jealousy is all the fun you think they had.
Friends love misery, in fact. Sometimes, especially if we are too lucky or too successful or too pretty, our misery read more
Friends love misery, in fact. Sometimes, especially if we are too lucky or too successful or too pretty, our misery is the only thing that endears us to our friends.
Show me a woman who doesn't feel guilty, and I'll show you a man.
Show me a woman who doesn't feel guilty, and I'll show you a man.
Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.
Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.
