An Imprisoned Freedom

What did Professor Higgins call Eliza Dolittle again? Oh, that's right, "you brazen hussy".

"Why is thinking something women never do?
And why is logic never even tried?
Straightening up their hair is all they ever do.
Why don't they straighten up the mess that's inside?

Why can't a woman behave like a man?
If I was a woman who'd been to a ball,
Been hailed as a princess by one and by all;
Would I start weeping like a bathtub overflowing,
Or carry on as if my home were in a tree?
Would I run off and never tell me where I'm going?
Why can't a woman be like me?"

Just kidding.

Getting comfy? Good. Here's the program for today.

Entrée of nerves, main course of incoherence with a side dish of fidgeting, and a wholesome dose of embarrassment for dessert.

I got up in front of 1500 people today and spoke with no notes or nerves. And yet I can't do one thing that matters.

I leave you with the high point of my week;

friend: "What was that you said?"

me: "Samantha Stoser is out of Wimbledon."

friend: "Oh, football...."

Smart chicken..

-xx

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