Human nature is as creepy as human anatomy – seeing it out in front of you makes you want to vomit.
My mom got me this book, when it first came out and I really really didn’t feel like reading it, on the primal Darwinian decision making process of modern career women of reproductive age. I picked it up a few months ago, as I’ve been boiling over with internal conflict for about a year now. It validated everything I was feeling and thinking and being driven by and butting heads with in the outside world. And it made me feel so… mortal.

Feh.

You make it seem like it’s ok to explore one’s inner mechanations, in spite of the world at large.

Dammit Mig. Like I needed a new reason to adore you.