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Love this quote from the singer Eartha Kitt: "I fall in love with myself, and I want someone to share it with me. I want someone to share me with me."

Do tigers worry about the volume of their roar? Do they play the pussycat so as not to offend? They do not. The patriarchy forces us to turn down the volume, but we must roar, and roar loudly, if we want to be heard.

When I stand up again, I see the beautiful man standing with a fistful of tampons he has helped to retrieve.
"I think we got them all," he says with a dimpled grin.
Hardly daring to look at him, I take them and stuff them straight into my handbag. My forehead feels damp with sweat, my cheeks burn. Clocking my embarrassment, he says quietly,
"Don't worry, I have sisters."

She's the Monica to my Rachel, but it works and I've often been the beneficiary of her practical nature.

“Where do you think the love goes, when no one's left to tell the story?"
Ted looks thoughtful for a moment, then he says, "Some-one once told me that growing up feeling loved allows you to go on to love other people. Maybe love is simply a huge chain letter, passed down through the generations. The details of the stories begin not to matter."
The sentiment of his words surprises me.