It was interesting to read in the Sunday age today the following...
"Women have also been made to be confused by the merchants of glad; clothing and so on, and this foolish notion they can have it all. These days, there's a kind of hidden feeling of horror that women undergo now in relationships, when the bloke walks out and leaves then scrambling around wine bars to find someone to impregnate them."
And
"I find it amazing that many Australian women spend hours every day trying to look beautiful, yet they sound like cats sliding down a blackboard."
Catalysts for reflection.
