When I Was A Young Hippy, I

A Woman Is Never So Happy As When She Is Being Wooed. Then She Is Mistress Of All She Surveys, The Cynosure Of All Eyes, Until That Day Of Days When She Sails Down The Aisle, A Vision In White, Lovely As The Stefanotis She Carries, Borne Translucent On Her Father's Manly Arm To Be Handed Over To Her New Father-surrogate. If She Is Clever, And If Her Husband Has The Time And The Resources, She Will Insist On Being Wooed All Her Life; More Likely She Will Discover That Marriage Is Not Romantic, That Husbands Forget Birthdays And Aniversaries And Seldom Pay Compliments, Are Often Perfunctory.

I Believe In Permanent Revolution.

Rescuing Women From Their Burden Of Unwarranted Guilt Is Going To Require "educational Practices And Socializing Agents" Even More Effective Than The Ones That Have Been Relentlessly Loading Female Humans With Responsibility For Other People's Behavior From Their Earliest Childhood.

Libraries Are Reservoirs Of Strength, Grace And Wit, Reminders Of Order, Calm And Continuity, Lakes Of Mental Energy, Neither Warm Nor Cold, Light Nor Dark.

I'm Passionately Opposed To The Nuclear Family, With Its Mom And Dad And Their 2.4 Children. I Think It's The Most Neurotic Life-style Ever Developed.