Old age ain't for sissies
We are becoming a nation of sissies and hypochondriacs, a self medicating society easily intimidated by pain and prone to panic. We understand almost nothing about the essential robustness of the human body or its ability to meet the challenge of illness.
Politics is not for sissies.
Getting old is not for sissies, kid.
Old age is no place for sissies.
So guys who are otherwise sensitive and thoughtful say and do ridiculously dumb things to impress other guys. It's an enormous performance, but guys know that if they fail, they'll be ridiculed as sissies mercilessly.
Old age is not for sissies.
Even under the best of circumstances - in twenty-first century America at least - caring for elderly parents ain't no place for sissies.
Cancer is not for sissies.
Getting old is not for sissies.
The internet is not for sissies.
Getting old isn't for sissies.
Gardening gloves are for sissies. I always have dirt under my nails.
The French are sawed-off sissies who eat snails and slugs and cheese that smells like people's feet. Utter cowards who force their own children to drink wine, they gibber like baboons even when you try to speak to them in their own wimpy language.
