I Like It That Order Exists Somewhere

Now My Mother, Interestingly Enough, Was Not A Feminist In Her Own Mind.

There Is Simple Ignorance, Not Knowing, And Willful Ignorance That Refuses To Know, That Covers The Light Of Knowledge With The Dark Blanket Of Bias.

In A Novel, I Could Submerge My Ego In A Characters And Let His Perceptions Take Over.

Empress Of The Universe Would Be Way Too Much Work. I'd Have To Wear Fancy Clothes, Probably Including Lady Shoes With Pointed Toes, And Could No Longer Slouch Into The Study In Pjs And Slippers. Someone Would (avert!) Straighten My Desk. Someone Would Reorganize My Yarn Stash...in Fact, They'd Assign Someone Else To Knit My Socks, Thus Depriving Me Of An Excuse To Rest My Brain While Pretending To Accomplish Something Useful.

This Individual Does Not Know Where Initiative Ends And Rocket-propelled Idiocy Begins.