You might be a Masculinazi if . .

• You think females have it easier than males
• You presume that no woman is strong enough to serve in military combat[…]

I was a fill-in. What that meant was you rode with each salesperson to learn his route, and then you could actually run his route when he was off or on vacation.

It was a strange inconsistency, but never till then had I been so much struck with the worthless and frivolous life of society. Never till then did I feel the deep and eternal debt of gratitude that human nature owes to those who assert its higher influence; who feel their generous activity stirred by a thrice noble emulation; who appeal from the present to the future, and redeem their kind, by shewing of how much that is good and great ambition and genius are capable.

Oh, Mama / Is this really the end? / To be stuck here inside of Mobile / With the Memphis blues again