So there are two Beatles and two Monkees still alive...hello?? Supergroup???
In any city or town, what are the three most numerous buildings? Bars, churches, and beauty salons. Once you realize that our culture's three most sacred cows are superstition, vanity, and reality-escape, everything else suddenly makes sense.
Coolest name ever for a lesbian bar? Shelixir.
My biggest issue with the psychiatric profession is this - the notion that most people's problems are in their head is patently untrue (and there are choice words for those who profit through deception). If we want to seriously deal with the problems we face, we should start getting our therapeutic counseling from sociologists, not psychologists.
In schools for the deaf, how do substitute teachers get the students to stop talking?
If you ever wonder why some men seem to get morbidly lost in guilt over what history has done to wimyn, it's not abstract feminist outrage - these men are mourning the fact that wimyn have been so damaged, there is almost zero likelihood that any of us will ever have a healthy sexual relationship. We're not just mourning for wimyn, we're mourning for ourselves.
Every day a million people call in sick, but no one calls in healthy. I called in healthy sixteen years ago, and they haven't seen me since.
The biggest misconception about evolution is that it's an upward process. It's not. It's only forward.
Wouldn't it be funny if conservatives succeeded in getting full citizenship rights for fetuses, and then liberals succeeded in getting welfare funding for being pregnant?
I've never understood why wimyn put up with men. I am dead earnest. Men...are...odious. And don't get me wrong, wimyn are...fucked up. But even the best of men, are a bit odious. There are almost no odious wimyn...and the only ones who are, are trying to be like men.
I predict that within another century or three of humyn evolution, the entire process of menstruation will take about seven minutes. From the first stirrings of PMS to the final drop, seven minutes. And by the time that happens, humynity will be so feminine-positive that most wimyn in northern climates will go for a pantsless walk in the snow whenever they feel menstruation coming, so they can shed their uterine linings in a beautiful red spray against a white background. Seeing the spot, passersby will smile, knowing a powerful womyn was there.
