i'm lord and master of a fool's taj mahal. who says you can't have it all?
can women really have it all? oh i don't know; this question, whatever it means or whyever y'all keep worrying about it, has persisted for decades. it's a sort of jingle; in fact it literally is a michelob lite ad from 1993. possibly, you can't have it all because you can't stop saying the same things in unison over decades, whether they actually have any significance or not. i'd give you it all if i could distinguish amongst you and actually pick one of you out. you need to cultivate some verbal skills or possibly some imagination. or possibly you might want to acknowledge your own finitude, though i realize that that might slightly compromise your elephantine self-esteem. possibly not, however, because your self-esteem - as your therapist recommended - does not vary at all with your actions or any aspect of reality. in the words of ann romney: i love you women! remember, you (and here i'm using your collective 'you' that doesn't actually engage any of your particular features or qualities, of course) are beautiful, or you would be, if 'you' referred to anyone. anyway, if you really need it all, or could really make use of it all, take it all.