To be an unruly woman today is to oscillate between the postures of fearlessness and self-doubt, between listening to the voices that tell a woman she is too much and one’s own, whispering and yelling I am already enough, and always have been. It is terrifying and liberating; it is lucrative and it is career-destroying; it is fashionable and it is gauche; it is shameful and it is redemptive. But it is also a mode of being that is endlessly electric.
