I love it now that a large minority of people who are handicapped prefer to call themselves crippled. This is all part of the game, like queer theory.
If it hadn't been for the rise of the working woman's wardrobe, I never would have found the time to sneak a kid in.
To leave in search of yourself, of your real needs, is easier when you don't have to justify yourself to anyone, when there are not too many people bestowing you their attention.

