I remember when I was growing up women were
always in tears about something. They cried about
their husbands, their children, their parents, their homes, their lovers.
Today you rarely see a grown woman cry.
Instead they yell, they curse, they threaten, they make obscene gestures,
they kick, they punch, they spit.
When nothing else works then
they cry.
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