“Boys look at us like we look at horses: color, height, eyes. tail. They can't help but have preferences.”
“We're like pretty horses, and just as on horses, they mean to put blinders on us so we can't look left or right but only straight ahead where they would lead.”
“The important thing is not what we look like, but the role we play in ourbest friend’s life. Friends choose certain friends because that’s the kind of company they are looking for at that specific time, not because they’re thecorrect height, age, or have the right hair color”
“We can't help it. Life looks for life.”
“One can't help but marvel at the variety of ways that women had devised to make us look like flaming idiots.”
“As to how you'll help me," he says. "Well, we have met the Answer, have we not?" He turns back to look at us, his eyes glinting. "It's time for them to meet the Ask.”