tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961006065192244756.post6945156605703424777..comments2023-10-05T07:11:05.917-04:00Comments on Art at the Auction: Happiness and Womenpetplutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01053307189721906583noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961006065192244756.post-62985335761070471442009-10-23T17:35:23.757-04:002009-10-23T17:35:23.757-04:00Blaming feminism for women's unhappiness (espe...<i>Blaming feminism for women's unhappiness (especially in the workplace) seems to me about as sensible as blaming Wile E. Coyote's injuries on looking down instead of, you know, running off the edge of a cliff. </i><br /><br />Oh, come now. Wile E. Coyote would have been just fine if he'd just kept running, and you and I both know it!<br /><br /><i>Clearly, women were better off when they just thought whatever men told them to think.</i><br /><br />Obviously. I'll just agree with whatever you say from now on. It'll make me happier.petplutohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01053307189721906583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5961006065192244756.post-60265601759351040922009-10-23T15:58:19.616-04:002009-10-23T15:58:19.616-04:00Blaming feminism for women's unhappiness (espe...Blaming feminism for women's unhappiness (especially in the workplace) seems to me about as sensible as blaming Wile E. Coyote's injuries on <i>looking down</i> instead of, you know, running off the edge of a cliff. <br /><br />Clearly, women were better off when they just thought whatever men told them to think. Then all they have to do is wait for their man to tell them to be happy, and poof! Instant happiness.Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14569180426066178711noreply@blogger.com