I Grew Up Thinking There Was One

Marriage Made More Sense When It Was Indissoluble. It's The Woman Trying To Cope With The Strains Of A One-parent Family Who Will Suffer Most From The Relaxation Of The Divorce Laws.

There Are Poems About The Internet And About The Shipping Forecast But Very Few By Women Celebrating Men.

The Sight Of Women Talking Together Has Always Made Men Uneasy; Nowadays It Means Rank Subversion.

The Compelled Mother Loves Her Child As The Caged Bird Sings. The Song Does Not Justify The Cage Nor The Love The Enforcement.

A Woman Is Never So Happy As When She Is Being Wooed. Then She Is Mistress Of All She Surveys, The Cynosure Of All Eyes, Until That Day Of Days When She Sails Down The Aisle, A Vision In White, Lovely As The Stefanotis She Carries, Borne Translucent On Her Father's Manly Arm To Be Handed Over To Her New Father-surrogate. If She Is Clever, And If Her Husband Has The Time And The Resources, She Will Insist On Being Wooed All Her Life; More Likely She Will Discover That Marriage Is Not Romantic, That Husbands Forget Birthdays And Aniversaries And Seldom Pay Compliments, Are Often Perfunctory.