The Money I Pay For My Cultural

A Cynic Should Never Marry An Idealist. For The Cynic, Marriage Represents The Welcome End Of Romantic Life, With All Its Agony And Ecstasy. But For The Idealist, It Is Only The Beginning.

Grooming Oneself With All The Crazed Compulsion Of An Under-exercised Lab Rat In Order To Hook A Rich Man And Obtain A Lush Lifestyle Makes A Certain (albeit Seedy) Sense.

I Feel I'm Trying To Get This Really Crap Car Going, And It Just Keeps Stalling On Me. And Then Other Times I Feel Like My Life's A Train Thundering Toward Me, And I'm In A Car Stuck On The Crossroads And Can't Get Out. Isn't It Great Being Young!

Intersectionality May Well Sound Like Some Unfortunate Bowel Complaint Resulting In Copious Use Of A Colostomy Bag, And Indeed It Does Contain A Large Amount Of Ordure.

Families, Generally, Suck. And I Say That As Someone Who, Like My Husband, Had Parents Who Proved The Proverbial Exception To The Rule.