I Think We Ought To Decide That

How Withered Away One Can Be From A Life Of Unremitting Toil.

When The Memory Of One's Predecessors Is Buried, The Assumption Persists That There Were None And Each Generation Of Women Believes Itself To Be Faced With The Burden Of Doing Everything For The First Time. And If No One Ever Did It Beforewhy Do We Think We Can Succeed Now?

Leaning Her Silly, Beautiful, Drunken Head On My Shoulder, She Said, "oh, Esther, I Don't Want To Be A Feminist. I Don't Enjoy It. It's No Fun." "i Know," I Said. "i Don't Either." People Think You Decide To Be A "radical," For God's Sake, Like Deciding To Be A Librarian Or A Ship's Chandler. You "make Up Your Mind," You "commit Yourself" (sounds Like A Mental Hospital, Doesn't It?). I Said Don't Worry, We Could Be Buried Together And Have Engraved On Our Tombstone The Awful Truth, Which Some Day Somebody Will Understand: We Wuz Pushed.

I'm Not A Girl. I'm A Genius.

Sit A Man On His Ass With Nothing To Do But Eat And The First Thing That Goes Is His Mind. It Never Fails.