Art Is Collective. Always, It

The Trouble With Men Is That They Have Limited Minds. That's The Trouble With Women, Too.

The Demon Got Up. The Demon Said Fool. To Think You Can Eat Their Food And Not Talk To Them. To Think You Can Take Their Money And Not Be Afraid Of Them. To Think You Can Depend On Their Company And Not Suffer From Them.

I Think We Ought To Decide That Man-hating Is Not Only Respectable But Honorable. To Be A Misandrist A Woman Needs Considerable Ingenuity, Originality, And Resilience. A Misogynist Requires No Such Resources.

Leaning Her Silly, Beautiful, Drunken Head On My Shoulder, She Said, "oh, Esther, I Don't Want To Be A Feminist. I Don't Enjoy It. It's No Fun." "i Know," I Said. "i Don't Either." People Think You Decide To Be A "radical," For God's Sake, Like Deciding To Be A Librarian Or A Ship's Chandler. You "make Up Your Mind," You "commit Yourself" (sounds Like A Mental Hospital, Doesn't It?). I Said Don't Worry, We Could Be Buried Together And Have Engraved On Our Tombstone The Awful Truth, Which Some Day Somebody Will Understand: We Wuz Pushed.

Sit A Man On His Ass With Nothing To Do But Eat And The First Thing That Goes Is His Mind. It Never Fails.