There is a time in a boy’s life when the sweetness is pounded out of him; and tenderness, and the ability to show what he feels, is gone.
People see weakness in a woman and they want to help. They see weakness in a man and they want to stamp it out
Women and men communicate differently, often on entirely different planes. But just as men have failed us, we have failed them. It has been one of our great collective female shortcomings to presume that whatever we do not perceive simply isn't there, or that whatever is not communicated in our language is not intelligible speech.
I really like being a woman. ... I like it more now because I think it's more of a privilege.
There's a big difference between tolerance and approval, and I have no right to expect or demand the latter from anyone.
Is this level of athletic competition the ultimate distraction from real life? Or is it a form of prayer?
You want to be happy? You want to be well? Then put your boots on.
