Envy Is What Makes You, When An

Truth Is Like Nuclear Waste: It Needs To Be Dealt With Carefully. Sometimes It Needs To Be Buried Way, Way Out Of Town. And Sometimes It Should Never Be Uncovered At All.

While I Do Not Believe The Earth Loaned To Us By Our Ancestors Should Be Plagued By Chemical Horrors And Thereby Corrupted For Future Generations, Neither Do I Believe I Should Have To Face Anything That Has More Eyes Than I Have During Dinner. It Was My Rule When I Was Dating And, Heck, It's Still My Rule Now.

The People I Work With Are Like Family. I Don't Mean This In A Nice Way.

Birthdays Are A Reward For Having Shown Up 365 Days In A Row. It's Like Getting A Badge For Attendance.

I Am Constantly Surprised That The Simple Word 'feminism' Raises More Eyebrows And Initiates More Sad-faced Head-shaking Than Any Elaborate Stream Of Invective I Have Ever Leveled At Either The I.r.s. Or The D.m.v.