girls

Women are extraordinary creatures!

A woman who holds her head up too high, is trying to breathe from her own pollution.

We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always moving _ We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it. We are on birth control, Prozac, and multivitamins _ We are relentless, judgmental with ourselves, and forgiving to others. We never want to be as passive-aggressive are our mothers, never want to marry men as uninspired as our fathers _ We are the daughters of the feminists who said, __ou can be anything,_ and we heard, __ou have to be everything.

There is only one creature who is always right is a WOMAN...!!!

A woman who is praying and a woman who is having fun, they both say " Oh My God", the only difference is how they pronounce it.

Girls should be taught at school that giving birth to an unnaturally over-sized western baby that no longer fits down the birth canal may lead to a multitude of long term health problems.

Not to sound like a jerk, but Jane isn't really my type. Her hair's kinda disastrously curly and she mostly hangs out with guys. My type's a little girlier. And honestly, I don't even like my type of girl that much, let alone other types. Not that I'm asexual or something - I just find Romance Drama unbearable.

When you paint your lips, eye lids, nails or whatever, to look attractive, don't forget your up stairs(intellect) if you leave it behind, i will consider all other colors invalid.

The choices that women make sometimes seems provoking and at the same time amusing. I once met a lady who said she liked my amusing facial expression.

Fat_ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.I mean, is __at_ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is __at_ worse than __indictive_, __ealous_, __hallow_, __ain_, __oring_ or __ruel_? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I__ not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain_I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn__ seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? __ou__e lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!___ell,_ I said, slightly nonplussed, __he last time you saw me I__ just had a baby.__hat I felt like saying was, ____e produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren__ either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?_ But no _ my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!I__e got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don__ want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I__ rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny _ a thousand things, before __hin_. And frankly, I__ rather they didn__ give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok?

Love is a kind of killing, Addy," she says. "Don't you know that?

Girls spilled drinks down their dresses and flicked their hair. Wishing anyone, maybe even you, would notice them... You were someone to me.

You wanted a wife but I wasstill a girl.

She would make a man of me. She puts strength and courage into me as no one else can. She is unlike any girl I ever saw; there__ no sentimentality about her; she is wise, and kind, and sweet. She says what she means, looks you straight in the eye, and is as true as steel.

I tried on different versions of myself. I was so many different girls...

It was frankly sort of confusing, the way everyone stared at our bodies exactly as they tried to erase the ideas of our bodies from our minds. We were supposed to get over ourselves but no one was supposed to get over us. The female body was our worst handicap and our best advantage -- the surest means to success, the surest course to failure. (p. 72)

It's all life is. Just going 'round kissing people.