analyze this

wonder sometimes what it would be like to be a man. think, feel, act, write as a man. talk as a man.


yes and no. black and white. fixed or broken. i think if for any reason men have life easier, it is because grey areas are rare for them. (i know i'm making generalizations here, but this is how i see it at times). contrast that with the complicated sliding scale that women apply to almost anything from "what shoes to wear" to "should i work outside the home" to "am i mad at him or not?"


or maybe i'm wrong and it's more like beautiful girls:

Paul: Did you hear that Andera went back to Chicago? She was supposed to stay through the reunion. She just up and left. What did you say to her in that ice shack, Will?
Willie Conway: I told you, we just talked.
Paul: You told her things, didn't you?
Willie Conway: What things?
Paul: You let her behind the curtain, didn't you?
Willie Conway: Maybe she missed her boyfriend.
Paul: You let her behind the curtain, I know you did. You never let them behind the curtain Will. You never let them see the little old man behind the curtain working the levers of the great and powerful OZ. They are all sisters Willie... they aren't allowed back there... they mustn't see.
Willie Conway: Tell me the truth. You stay up nights thinking about this shit?
Paul: You say it like it's a bad thing.