People invent gods to explain their suffering.
Even the most fickle are faithful to a few bad habits.
Machismo makes no provision for preparing lunch, doing the laundry, or minding the baby.
If you do not throw in a few promises of better things to come, gloomy one, I am going to take you back to the library.
Modernized by tin roofs and T-shirts, Third World poverty is no longer picturesque.
Under attack, sentiments harden into dogma.