Alright, alright, party's over. Time to get out, ladies, and get back to work. Gather up all the spoons and bowls, throw away the empty cheeto bags. It was nice having you and I sincerely appreciate all the good company, but there are babies to nurse, companies to run, countries to raise up, and bums to be wiped.
Ah, the life of woman. We are capable of carrying life inside our bodies, sustaining new life from our bosoms, and yet we wipe bums. We are willing to perform the lowest of the low and yet supreme in our abilities and capabilities. With a capacity to love that surpasses logic and the strength to endure the requirements of such love.
Yeah... we totally rock!