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Man was made at the end of the week's work, when God was tired
Man was made at the end of the week's work, when God was tired
Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside desperate to get read more
Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside desperate to get out.
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.
She is not made to be the admiration of all, but the happiness of one.
She is not made to be the admiration of all, but the happiness of one.
Instead of getting hard ourselves and trying to compete, women should try to give their best qualities to men -- read more
Instead of getting hard ourselves and trying to compete, women should try to give their best qualities to men -- bring them softness, teach them how to cry. -Joan Baez.
Women like silent men. They think they're listening.
Women like silent men. They think they're listening.
The legacy of women's war work is our present post-industrial employment structure. It was the war that created the demand read more
The legacy of women's war work is our present post-industrial employment structure. It was the war that created the demand for a technologically advanced, de-skilled, low-paid, non-unionized female workforce and paved the way for making part-time work the norm for married women now. A generation later, it was the daughters of wartime women workers who completed their mothers' campaign for equal pay.
Epperson's law: When a man says it's a silly, childish game, it's probably something his wife can beat him at.
Epperson's law: When a man says it's a silly, childish game, it's probably something his wife can beat him at.
When I can no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I begin to think of the read more
When I can no longer bear to think of the victims of broken homes, I begin to think of the victims of intact ones.
