I might be the only chick in the group, but that didn't make me the damsel in distress.
You can tell a lot about a person by how excited they are to do the Macarena.
Men are allowed to age. Men are allowed to gain weight. Men are allowed to be quirky looking.
To me, there is no greater act of courage than being the one who kisses first.
I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is always half-empty. And cracked. And I just cut my lip on it. And chipped a tooth.
I don't really have funny things to say about politics. I wish I did, but I don't.
I truly believe a woman's weight is a political issue, and if one young woman out there can see me and not feel crummy about herself, that's a good thing.
The days draw out, the weather gets warmer, and it's what we call summer, with a bitter laugh when we've said it.
It's easy to fall into the trap of just cranking out things that are good enough to sell.
Gus: "It tastes like. . . " Me: "Food. " Gus: "Yes, precisely. It tastes like food, excellently prepared. But it does not taste, how do I put this delicately. . . ?" Me: "It does not taste like God Himself cooked heaven into a series of five dishes which were then served to you accompanied by several luminous balls of fermented, bubbly plasma while actual and literal flower petals floated down around your canal-side dinner table. " Gus: "Nicely phrased. " Gus's father: "Our children are weird. " My dad: "Nicely phrased. "
People who are in power make their arrangements in secret, largely as a way of maintaining and furthering that power.