When I've had a meltdown, people will say to me, "Well, you failed to keep your sense of humor."
Why isn't there a special name for the tops of your feet?
You can't expect insights, even the big ones, to make you suddenly understand everything. But I figure: Hey it's a step in the right direction if they leave you confused in a deeper way.
I was always drawn to more the social-expression-of-culture types.
If beauty is truth, why don't women go to the library to have their hair done?
There's so much plastic in this culture that vinyl leopard skin is becoming an endangered synthetic.