God, hes left as on aur oun.
Project much?
My mama done tol’ me
When I was in knee-pants,
My mama done tol’ me
“Son, a woman’ll sweet-talk,
And give you the big eye,
but when the sweet talkin’s done?
A woman’s a two-face,
A worrisome thing
Who’ll leave you to sing
The blues in the night…”
—Louis Armstrong
My mama done tol’ me
When I was in pigtails,
My mama done tol’ me
“Hon, a man is a two-face,
He’ll give you the big eye,
but when the sweet talkin’s done?
A man is a two-face,
A worrisome thing
Who’ll leave you to sing
The blues in the night…”
—Ella Fitzgerald
As a 48-year-old never married single man still in decent shape, successful and now retired, and having weathered the “feminist” cultural storm still raging since my teens, I can tell you that even your having read Norah Vincent’s book, you STILL have no idea of the anger, the hatred, the vengeance and the pain so many otherwise attractive and available women are afflicted with. It is an epidemic of conflict and self-distortion that begins and ends with an impenetrable sense of entitlement, based on a false sense of victimhood, and for which not just any man but every man must pay forever for the restoration that’s never good enough.
Oh, you can hum a few bars and fake the rest, I’m sure. —The above gacked from Roy Edroso, who’s been quote-mining again, and dug up some doozies…
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