The Perfect Bride
Her: Daddy, when I grow up, and if I get married, I don't want a diamond.
Him: But every girl wants a diamond. In fact, they're a girl's best friend.
Her: Not me. They're not my best friend.
Him: Then what do you want sweetie?
Her: I like opals. Black ones.
Him: The boy's are gonna pick you up fast. You're a cheap date.
Her: Oh, and I don't want it to be on a ring. I like necklaces better.
Him: But how are people supposed to know that you belong to your husband if they don't see a ring? It'll be confusing.
Her: If they think I belong to my husband, daddy, aren't they already confused?
found a dead Great Horned Owl in the woods. What would you do with the feathers?
I’d like every man who doesn’t call himself a feminist to explain to the women...– Louise Brealey in the Guardian (via feminishblog)
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