No One Goes To The Toilet In

I Grew Up Thinking There Was One Unpardonable Sin – To Be Boring.

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.

Women Have Been Charged With Deviousness And Duplicity Since The Dawn Of Civilization So They Have Never Been Able To Pretend That Their Masks Were Anything But Masks. It Is A Slender Case But Perhaps It Does Mean That Women Have Always Been In Closer Contact With Reality Than Men: It Would Seem To Be The Just Recompense For Being Deprived Of Idealism.

The Most Popular Image Of The Female Despite The Exigencies Of The Clothing Trade Is All Boobs And Buttocks, A Hallucinating Sequence Of Parabolae And Bulges.

If The Present Economic Structure Can Change Only By Collapsing, Then It Had Better Collapse As Soon As Possible.