Gender is a way to hide from the simple truth we all tell: 'Hey, I'm here, I have a body.'

Irony regards every simple truth as a challenge.

He’d set down his drink and leaned in. “Fine. You want me to elaborate, I will. Here’s the deal: I’m a guy. Generally speaking, we’re pretty simple folk. I know women always want to think we have these deep, romantic, and emotionally angsty thoughts going on in our heads, but in reality? Not so much. You women have layers and you’re complicated and mysterious and you say one thing, but you really mean another, and it’s this whole tricky package that intrigues us and scares us and challenges us all at the same time. But men aren’t like that. You talk about me not letting you in, but maybe what you don’t realize is this: there is no in.” He pointed to himself. “It’s all right here on the surface, Jessica. What you see is what you get.

The words of truth are simple.

There is nothing so strong or safe in an emergency of life as the simple truth.

The simple truth is that everyone has an opinion, everyone has the right to voice it, and they should if they want to.