Several decades ago, there was a common phrase used to chide those whose sense of civic duty was lacking. Such people tended to be quite vocal about the ailments of their society, but weren’t about to lift a finger to…
It looks to me that people insist on there being but one purpose to life: death.
The Bear gets it correct on the first try!
As “Yes Means Yes” laws and other anti-sexual assault legislation emerge from the corrupted back rooms of political deal making, it seems that the legal intentions of the law don’t appeal to every college-aged woman. The national offices for the…
Women were rarely like June Cleaver. Few looked that good, and fewer were that nice.
The Man In The Boat Needs A Helping Hand. It’s the fault of men that he does.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of father shines,
And sharply is his cold glare chagrinned;
And any fair from fair sometime declines,
No chance for nature’s raging course untrimm’d;
Thus our eternal summer shall he shame,
Our lost possession of that fair hot bond;
Not shall Death drag me blithely in his aim,
The father bid your suitor stud abscond
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives he, and thus so long to thee.
– with major apologies to William Shakespeare
It is said that a man isn’t complete until he’s married. Then, he’s finished.