Gynaecocracy may not, however, be an idyllic affair.

If we get started showering, shaving, powdering, combing, and makeupping, we just may be able to make the eleven o’clock mass at Regina Pacis.

[…] she irons better even than the schvartze,

Come, I say, old boy, you are going it strongish: rot me, if the garden wasn't pretty wellish.