I'm an awfully loyal friend. Once I've started a relationship with someone, it's like they are syrup and I'm a pancake. Their syrup gets into my pancake, so to speak.

A waffle is like a pancake with a syrup trap.

In our society, the sound of men complaining is like nails on a chalkboard.

Once I started dancing, I was not the spoiled brat or the rebellious child that I was as a child.

Once boys' and men's challenges are clear, the question 'why now' quickly becomes 'why didn't we see this sooner?' The answer? Virtually every society that survived did so by socializing its sons to be disposable.

There is no friend as loyal as a book.