Of course, that's not to say my luck or anyone I love's luck, has changed. Today, the prettiest girl got in the ugliest accident, through no fault of her own.

In other news, all theory and no practice makes one a French feminist, and all practice without theory makes one an Anglo-American feminist. But what, then, is Toril Moi? A Franglofeminist? Hmmm... I sense the name of a new superhero.
But for me, I'm sick of all this theorizing. Makes me feel short-armed and tyrannosaurus rex-ish, if you know what I mean. All bite and no muscle power or reason to the design. You know?
*Not her real name
**Not a real contest
2 comments:
you are so strangely halarious and beautiful at the same time.
lisa
Yah, I mean really... you just can't grasp anything meaningful from the babble that is Moi. Urgh?! Lets get to the meat of what the heck she is trying to say... even then what the heck are we goint to do with all that gibberish?
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