“Baby, in a world without pity Do you think what I'm askin's too much I just want to feel you in my arms Share a little of that Human Touch.” ThinkingWorldWantFeelsHumansLittlesToo MuchShareBabyArmsPity Author:Bruce Springsteen
“Single mothers have as much to teach their children as married mothers and as much love to share--maybe more. Yet their motives are often labeled selfish and single-minded--never mind all the babies brought into the world to snag husbands, "save" faltering marriages or produce heirs.” WorldMindChildrenMotherTeachShareProduceBabyHusbandMarriedSelfishMotiveHeirsMuch LoveSingle MotherFaltering Author:Anne Cassidy
“Carrying a baby is the most rewarding experience a female can enjoy. A father shares in that experience, knowing that he caused it to happen.” HappensFatherEnjoyKnowingShareBabyFemaleRewarding Experiences Author:Jayne Mansfield
“Iran is the middle child of the Axis of Evil. Iraq is the oldest child and gets the lion's share of the attention, and North Korea is the crazy baby.” ChildrenEvilAttentionShareCrazyMiddleBabyIraqIranLionsKoreaNorth KoreaAxesMiddle ChildOldest Child Author:John Oliver
“We're being asked to continually be "authentic" and "honest" with the world through social media. There's a demand to post our wedding pictures, baby pictures (only minutes after the birth), our relationship status, and our grief and joys on Facebook and Instagram. Similarly, we construct persona through dating apps and networking sites. All of these social media networks exert pressure on us to share the personal details of our lives with unknown masses. So the pressure on the characters in "Openness" isn't merely romantic, but public/social as well.” WorldWellsCharacterJoySocialGriefOur LivesShareMinutesHonestMediaBabyBirthDemandMassDatingPressureDetailsSocial MediaPostsOpennessOur RelationshipSiteConstructsNetworkingInstagramPersonaAppsOur WeddingNetworking SitesBaby PicturesWedding Pictures Author:Alexander Weinstein
“I hope you will love your baby. I hope it will be a boy. That husband of yours, I hope, will always treat you well, because otherwise my specter shall come out of him, like black smoke, like a demented giant, and pull him apart nerve by nerve. ... I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita.” ThinkingWellsMayArtBlackSecretBoysShareBabyHusbandAngelTreatsSmokeImmortalityGiantsNervesRefugeSonnetPropheticDementedPigment Author:Vladimir Nabokov