I am in fact Superman. Every morning I wake up and go into a telephone booth and change my costume and then go to work.
When you were a volunteer for the Bush-Cheney campaign you came in the morning you had a supervisor who gave you a list of calls to make and a time to do it in.
I really am super lazy and doing long hair especially mine is a big pain in the butt. It's filled with cowlicks and kinks and curls and frizz - and it was taking too much time in the morning.
Three groups spend other people's money: children thieves politicians. All three need supervision.
Maturity: Be able to stick with a job until it is finished. Be able to bear an injustice without having to get even. Be able to carry money without spending it. Do your duty without being supervised.
I think if I could be any superhero it'd probably be my mom... but I don't think I'd look too good in high heels so it's not gonna happen.
My mom had gotten a Super 8 camera to make home movies with and my brother and me got our hands on it and ran with it.
They see me as being this Super Mom on TV who also can more than handle a difficult husband and they assume I'm going to be just full of wisdom as a mother and wife myself.
Trying to be Supermom is as futile as trying to be Perfect Mom. Not going to happen.
I've learned that every working mom is a superwoman.
The problem with me is anything that's easy I will just overdo it. Especially with clothes. But I'm 14 - my mom is super-strict about that.
For many women going back to work a few months after having a baby is overwhelming and unmanageable. As strange as it may seem things get even more difficult for a working mom after the second and third baby arrive. By that time the romance of being a modern 'superwoman' wears off and reality sets in.
It's superfun being a mom but it's hard too.
My mom and I were super tight. I think she really wanted me to be an artist you know? She used to like to tell people she wanted to be Beethoven's mother. That was her thing. She wanted to be the mother of this person.
The root of all superstition is that men observe when a thing hits but not when it misses.
Women are systematically degraded by receiving the trivial attentions which men think it manly to pay to the sex when in fact men are insultingly supporting their own superiority.
Monkeys are superior to men in this: when a monkey looks into a mirror he sees a monkey.
It is the superfluous things for which men sweat - superfluous things that wear our togas theadbare that force us to grow old in camp that dash us upon foreign shores.
Measures must always in a progressive society be held superior to men who are after all imperfect instruments working for their fulfilment.
Honor is simply the morality of superior men.
The superior man is distressed by the limitations of his ability he is not distressed by the fact that men do not recognize the ability that he has.
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Supercookies are legal but I don't think they should be.
Men's indignation it seems is more excited by legal wrong than by violent wrong the first looks like being cheated by an equal the second like being compelled by a superior.