Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son's First Year

by Anne Lamott

the more I think about it, the only reason various societies work is because we’re not all depressed at the same time.

It is so fucking bizarre and excruciating just to be.

It is clear to me that we need a breadwinner. Also, servants.

I am sorry for how they were raised and for all the fears about their thinning hair and little penises, but I mean, bore me fucking later, try having been raised female in this culture.