Men and martinis!

I made up some quotes:

Men are like martinis because you just don't know when to stop!

Shoes, men, and handbags have one thing in common: TOO MUCH FUN.

Love your life, laugh with others, and remember to sing alone with a hairbrush sometimes!


OHHHH man, those are hilarious!! But so true, at the same time. I love the one about shoes and men! The one about the hairbrush is good too! I do that all the time! Have you ever heard the one by Mark Twain, where he's like, "...love like you've never been hurt..." you know? I LOVE THAT ONE. I seriously cried when I heard it the first time.



Ahem.

Anyway. I hope that was a subtle way of explaining that I despise overly generic, slightly sassy quotes targeted toward women in complicated relationships. I had to do it so I could post a quote I actually liked without being labeled as one of those people who love quotes. I was reading Slaughterhouse Five in the car on Sunday, which gave me the perfect opportunity to pause, put my book down, and gaze out the window at the pastures and mountains contemplatively.

Plus, thanks to Mavis Beacon, I secretly really like typing out long paragraphs. So, after lots of buildup, here's a fancy quote I pondered on while gazing at pastures from Howard Campbell Jr. from the book:

America is the wealthiest nation on Earth, but its people are mainly poor, and poor Americans are urged to hate themselves. To quote the American humorist Kin Hubbard, "It ain't no disgrace to be poor, but it might as well be." It is in fact a crime for an American to be poor, even though America is a nation of poor. Every other nation has folk traditions of men who were poor but extremely wise and virtuous, and therefore more estimable than anyone with power and gold. No such tales are told by the American poor. They mock themselves and glorify their betters. The meanest eating or drinking establishment, owned by a man who is himself poor, is very likely to have a sign on its wall asking this cruel question: "If you're so smart, why ain't you rich?" There will also be an American flag no larger than a child's hand-- glued to a lollipop sick and flying from the cash register.