Wisdom worth sharing, words worth remembering.
I love to wear lingerie. The problem is that men always rip it off too quickly. When women are dolled up in lingerie they feel sexy. So let us wear it for five minutes.
I think I am really irreverent and I pretty much just talk to and about men the way men talk to and about women.
I don't work a five-day week as a rule and I've managed to fill that time up. It hasn't been that hard. I volunteer at school. I'm working because I love it. Yet I don't not envy women who have a stay-at-home job because you miss stuff.
Despite the encouraging and wonderful gains and the changes for women which have occurred in my lifetime there is still room to advance and to promote correction of the remaining deficiencies and imbalances.
Aren't women prudes if they don't and prostitutes if they do?
Women are more skilled than men at making gossip entertaining.
Men don't know much about women. We do know when they're happy. We know when they're crying and we know when they're pissed off. We just don't know in what order these are gonna come at us.
Men who care passionately for women attach themselves at least as much to the temple and to the accessories of the cult as to their goddess herself.
Men are going to go out on the road and they're going to find other women. So if you really want to save yourself a whole lot of heartache do not fall in love with somebody in a band. Just don't.
I tend to go for women with common sense. Being down to earth stands out more than looks.
To generalize on women is dangerous. To specialize on them is infinitely worse.
Then I read Little Women and of course like a lot of really young girls I was very taken with Jo – Jo being the writer and the misfit.
