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I'd rather be a cat lady than do the work of the system Mis-use my brain and creativity for a paycheck and be exhausted at the end of it. While in the meantime things worsen for the world, and all the perfect reports don't change a thing. If you win the personality game, you win. If you lose you aren't liked and you lose. All you get from the whole thing is poor ventilation diseases, a pale face, and the ability to wear high heels without falling. There is nothing sadder than a dumpy 60's earth mother squeezed into a designer suit. Having given up on the motherhood, homemaker role to create some sense of liberation, moves her legs on a tread-mill holds herself to deadlines, loves her own fingers rather than paste men because it's less trouble. I'd rather be a tea lady, with guests who don't mind kittens, who make room on the couch and chat better amid clutter. I'd rather be a cat lady with my pussies all around me, curious of any movement; ecstatic in wind storms. |