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.

Men don't know much about women. We do know when they're happy. We know when they're crying, and we know read more

Men don't know much about women. We do know when they're happy. We know when they're crying, and we know when they're pissed off. We just don't know in what order these are gonna come at us.

Men are not the enemy, but the fellow victims. The real enemy is women's denigration of themselves. -Betty Friedan.

Men are not the enemy, but the fellow victims. The real enemy is women's denigration of themselves. -Betty Friedan.

Cautious, careful people, always casting about to preserve their reputations ... can never effect a reform. -Susan B. Anthony.

Cautious, careful people, always casting about to preserve their reputations ... can never effect a reform. -Susan B. Anthony.

In the past decade or so, the women's magazines have taken to running home-handyperson articles suggesting that women can learn read more

In the past decade or so, the women's magazines have taken to running home-handyperson articles suggesting that women can learn to fix things just as well as men. These articles are apparently based on the ludicrous assumption that _men_ know how to fix things, when in fact all they know how to do is _look_ at things in a certain squinty-eyed manner, which they learned in Wood Shop; eventually, when enough things in the home are broken, they take a job requiring them to transfer to another home.

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.

There is a destiny that makes us brothers, No one goes his way alone; All that we send into the read more

There is a destiny that makes us brothers, No one goes his way alone; All that we send into the lives of others, Comes back into our own.

We have not passed that subtle line between childhood and adulthood until we move from the passive voice to the read more

We have not passed that subtle line between childhood and adulthood until we move from the passive voice to the active voice -- that is, until we have stopped saying "It got lost," and say, "I lost it.".

Roots is not just a saga of my family. It is the symbolic saga of a people.

Roots is not just a saga of my family. It is the symbolic saga of a people.