My Knees Have Always Been Ugly.

The Real Theater Of The Sex War Is The Domestic Hearth.

As Soon As We Find Ourselves Working At Being Indispensable, Rigging Up A Pattern Of Vulnerability In Our Loved Ones, We Know That Our Love Has Taken The Socially Sanctioned Form Of Egotism.

The Treatment For Jaded Sensibilities Is Not To Shatter Them, After All.

We Can Put Women On Prozac And They Will Think They Are Happy, Even Though They Are Not. Disturbed Animals In The Zoo Are Given Prozac Too, Which Rather Suggests That Misery Is A Response To Unbearable Circumstances Rather Than Constitutional.

Rather Than Seek To Be Squired And Dated By Their Rivals Why Should It Not Be Possible For Women To Find Relaxation And Pleasure In The Company Of Their 'inferiors'? They Would Need To Shed Their Desperate Need To Admire A Man, And Accept The Gentler Role Of Loving Him. A Learned Woman Cannot Castrate A Truck-driver Like She Can Her Intellectual Rival, Because He Has No Exaggerated Respect For Her Bookish Capacities. The Alternative To Conventional Education Is Not Stupidity, And Many A Clever Girl Needs The Corrective Of A Humbler Soul's Genuine Wisdom.