As A Kid, You Await Holidays With

I Am Constantly Surprised That The Simple Word 'feminism' Raises More Eyebrows And Initiates More Sad-faced Head-shaking Than Any Elaborate Stream Of Invective I Have Ever Leveled At Either The I.r.s. Or The D.m.v.

If Anger Were Mileage, I'd Be A Very Frequent Flyer, Right Up There In First Class.

Laughing Together Is As Close As You Can Get To A Hug Without Touching.

Anger Is The Quintessential Individual-signature Emotion: I Am What Makes Me Mad.

Interestingly, Anger And Lust Are Also Elusive States Once They Have Passed. Trying To Recall Why You Were Angry About Something When You've Calmed Down Is Like Trying To Remember Why You Were In Love With Someone Who No Longer Attracts You: The Initial Impulse Triggering The Emotion Is Impossible To Recapture.