Tell him he looks nice, because flattery works on my entire gender. As a rule.
My friend told me about his grandmother, who got very lucky during the bombing attack on the Old Town. A entire building fell on top of her, but she was not caught by the walls.
From fairy tales to film, everyone is obsessed with the idea of one’s “firstborn.” But what about the lastborn? For my part, I’ve recently discovered that the lastborn child has magical abilities.
If you suggest that maybe, just maybe, building more prisons is dealing with the wrong end of the supply/demand problem, it sounds to people as if you just suggested that they should let someone slit their throats and go sell their TV for crack.
“I was shocked to discover that religious people could be quite dogmatic in the United States… I can’t stop noticing the similarities with the Islamic right in my country.”
Any good idea can get hijacked for the sake of advancing asininity, and feminism is no exception. Back in college, flyers tacked up on the walls of computer labs read that “feminism is the radical notion that women are people.” I agree. I’ve always felt human (except for that one year when the immortal genius …
Three months ago, a brown, communist-style envelope had landed on my doorstep. The invitation announced an “official and obligatory celebration” – a communist chic birthday – at Klub Feniks in Krakow
We forget all sorts of horrific experiences we vowed never to do again. A few months pass, and, there we are, willfully signing up to do it all once more. Unlike child birth, we can’t blame it on a lack of – ahem – rhythm.
The Patriots are 18-1; a man hides his face against my shoulder, because the world had suddenly become too much to bear. A few seconds ago, I was trying to eat two chicken drumsticks at the same time, so you can imagine how dignified I must look.
“Why, Natalia? Why do you put yourself through that?” *deep sigh* “If you need help you know where to find me.”