Bloody men are like bloody buses –
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.
You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You’re trying to read the destinations,
You haven’t much time to decide.
If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you’ll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.
And it struck me that maybe True magazine had been wrong. Maybe there are no New Men. Maybe there are only the living and the dead, and all those who are living deserve each other and are equal to each other.
Now and then women should do for themselves what men have already done-occasionally what men have not done-thereby establishing themselves as persons, and perhaps encouraging other women toward greater independence of thought and action.
Wherever you find a great man, you will find a great mother or a great wife standing behind him — or so they used to say. It would be interesting to know how many great women have had great fathers and husbands behind them.
Always wanting another man than your own.
We should have a State in which we could live and breathe as free men and which we could develop according to our own lights and culture and where principles of Islamic social justice could find free play.
Perempuan memang tidak bisa diajak berpikir jernih jika menyangkut perihal lelaki. Dalam situasi seperti ini, kepala mereka dipenuhi kabur merah muda bernama dopamine yang meracuni sel-sel kelabu mereka dengan berbagai ide romantis yang absurd.
Men need to be needed. When we are needed, we feel powerful. We thrive on helping a woman who needs us.
The words, I love you, are empty without clarification. Women prefer to be told what they can expect. It is measurable like a Weight Watcher’s diet, with extra points at the end of the week if you don’t cheat.
You failed -your fart was not silent, my nose heard it’s deafening noise.