The Goddamn human race deserves itself, and as far as I'm concerned it can have it.
Like their personal lives, women's history is fragmented, interrupted; a shadow history of human beings whose existence has been shaped by the efforts and the demands of others.
Growing up human is uniquely a matter of social relations rather than biology. What we learn from connections within the family takes the place of instincts that program the behavior of animals; which raises the question, how good are these connections?
As long as mixed grills and combination salads are popular, anthologies will undoubtedly continue in favor.
