Some People Pretend To Like

We All Look Good For Our Age. Except For Our Necks.

If Pregnancy Were A Book, They Would Cut The Last Two Chapters. The Beginning Is Glorious, Especially If You're Lucky Enough Not To Have Morning Sickness And If, Like Me, You've Had Small Breasts All Your Life. Suddenly They Begin To Grow, And You've Got Them, You've Really Got Them, Breasts, Darling Breasts, And When You Walk Down The Street They Bounce, Truly They Do, They Bounce Bounce Bounce.

You Don't Really Have To Believe What You Write In A Blog For More Than The Moment When You're Writing It. You Don't Bring The Same Solemnity That You Would Bring To An Actual Essay.

The Major Concrete Achievement Of The Women's Movement Of The 1970's Was The Dutch Treat.

I Actually Believe In Denial.