Most Of Us Live Our Lives Devoid

And So, Thanksgiving. Its The Most Amazing Holiday. Just Think About It — It's A Miracle That Once A Year So Many Millions Of Americans Sit Down To Exactly The Same Meal As One Another, Exactly The Same Meal They Grew Up Eating, And Exactly The Same Meal They Ate A Year Earlier. The Turkey. The Sweet Potatoes. The Stuffing. The Pumpkin Pie. Is There Anything Else We All Can Agree So Vehemently About? I Don't Think So.

You Can't Meet Someone Until You Become What You're Becoming.

I Am A Writer And A Feminist, And The Two Seem To Be Constantly In Conflict.... Ever Since I Became Loosely Involved With It, It Has Seemed To Me One Of The Recurring Ironies Of This Movement That There Is No Way To Tell The Truth About It Without, In Some Small Way, Seeming To Hurt It.

I Have A Theory That Children Remember Two Things-when You Weren't There And When They Threw Up.

Washington Is A City Of Locker-room Boys, And All The Old, Outmoded Notions Apply: Men And Women Are Ushered To Separate Rooms After Dinner, Sex Is Dirty, And They Are Still Serving Onion-soup Dip.