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You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was really made from his read more
You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was really made from his funny bone.
The world men inhabit is rather bleak. It is a world full of doubt and confusion, where vulnerability must be read more
The world men inhabit is rather bleak. It is a world full of doubt and confusion, where vulnerability must be hidden, not shared; where competition, not co-operation, is the order of the day; where men sacrifice the possibility of knowing their own children and sharing in their upbringing, for the sake of a job they may have chosen by chance, which may not suit them and which in many cases dominates their lives to the exclusion of much else.
Marriage is a romance in which the hero dies in the first chapter.
Marriage is a romance in which the hero dies in the first chapter.
I feel like Zsa Zsa Gabor's sixth husband. I know what I'm supposed to do, but I don't know how read more
I feel like Zsa Zsa Gabor's sixth husband. I know what I'm supposed to do, but I don't know how to make it interesting.
The woman's vision is deep reaching, the man's far reaching. With the man the world is his heart, with the read more
The woman's vision is deep reaching, the man's far reaching. With the man the world is his heart, with the woman the heart is her world.
It seems as though women keep growing. Eventually they can have little or nothing in common with the men they read more
It seems as though women keep growing. Eventually they can have little or nothing in common with the men they chose long ago.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
In peace the sons bury their fathers, but in war the fathers bury their sons.
In peace the sons bury their fathers, but in war the fathers bury their sons.
Woman is not born: she is made. In the making, her humanity is destroyed. She becomes symbol of this, symbol read more
Woman is not born: she is made. In the making, her humanity is destroyed. She becomes symbol of this, symbol of that: mother of the earth, slut of the universe; but she never becomes herself because it is forbidden for her to do so.
