There Is Nothing Wrong With "women's Studies"

The Nice Thing About Southerners Is The Way We Enjoy Our Neuroses.

Nothing Is More Likely To Start Me Screaming Like A Madwoman Than New York In February With Its Piles Of Blackened Snow Full Of Yellow Holes Drilled By Dogs.

When You Go Apartment-hunting In The South, You Encounter Little Old Ladies Who Ask You If You Use Strong Drink. In New York You Encounter Paranoids Who Wonder If You Will Commit Suicide--not That They Care; What They Worry About Is Blood On Their Fresh Paint, A Dubious Smell In The Hallway, Or A Hole In The Awning As You Pass Through On Your Way To The Sidewalk. The Southerner Who Moves To Any Part Of The Country Has Problems, But The Culture Shock That Attacks The Southerner Who Moves North Is Almost Indescribable.

I Simply Like Guns Because You Can't Shoot People Without Them.

The Apologizer Bunny Keeps Going And Going And Going.