“There are always meaningful songs for somebody. People are doing their courting, people are finding their wives, people are making babies, people are washing their dishes, people are getting through the day, with songs that we may find insignificant. But their significance is affirmed by others. There’s always someone affirming the significance of a song by taking a woman into his arms or by getting through the night. That’s what dignifies the song. Songs don’t dignify human activity. Human activity dignifies the song.” PeopleHumansMayNightSongWifeBabyArmsActivityFindingsMeaningfulSignificanceDishesInsignificantWashingHuman ActivityAffirmingMeaningful Song Author:Leonard Cohen
“Four- and five-year-olds' play is permeated with the rankest sexism. No matter what their parents do and say, they play their momand pop roles in ultraconventional style. We've seen little girls whose mothers are doctors absolutely refuse to take the doctors' parts in their play, insisting that "only boys can be doctors," against all reason. Girls do more washing and drying of clothes, dishes, and babies than they've ever seen their own mothers do, and they turn their play husbands into TV-watching drones who do nothing but talk about money.” YearsChildrenLittlesMatterReasonPlayMotherTurnsGirlParentBoysRolesFiveFourStyleTvsBabyHusbandClothesDoctorsNo Matter WhatRefusePopsFive YearsSexismDishesWashingDronesFive Year OldsInsistingChildren Playing Author:Stella Chess
“There is San Diego - this retirement village, with its prim petticoat, that doesn't want to get too near the water. San Diego worries about all the turds washing up on the lovely, pristine beaches of La Jolla. San Diego wishes Mexico would have fewer babies. And San Diego, like the rest of America, is growing middle-aged.” WantAmericaWishWaterWorryGrowingMiddleBabyLovelyBeachVillageRetirementFewerMexicoWashingMiddle AgedPristineSan DiegoTurds Author:Richard Rodriguez
“Me, Polly Garter, under the washing line, giving the breast in the garden to my bonny new baby. Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies. And where's their fathers live, my love? Over the hills and far away. You're looking up at me now. I know what you're thinking, you poor little milky creature. You're thinking, you're no better than you should be, Polly, and that's good enough for me. Oh, isn't life a terrible thing, thank God?” ThinkingKnowsGivingShouldLittlesEnoughFatherGrowsLinesPoorBabyTerribleCreaturesGardenHillsBreastsGood EnoughThank GodFar AwayTerrible ThingsWashingBetter Than YouNew BabyGarters Author:Dylan Thomas