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If a system relies on one party’s decency—if that decency is the only failsafe protecting the weaker party—it is broken.”
I think about you too frequently to pretend that I can come to you lightly.”
His eyes lit up with the recognition that only sometimes awakened with a new lover—the appreciation of likeminded taste in deviance.
“I’m sorry,” she said, rising to her feet. “Every so often a woman must indulge in a hysterical outburst, lest the things they say about our precarious sanity seem unfounded.”
My story is not an indictment of desire; it is an indictment of inequality.
What was it about a man’s tears that made even the most shale-hearted woman feel like she would rather die than watch him cry?
It was the catechism all women were raised with, after all, to see their value as a reflection of what man would choose them.
“If women let the small matter of reproduction stop them from their work, I daresay the human race would die out in a single generation. Besides, I find I have quite a bit I want to say.”
She shook her head wryly at the rioting men, as if to say—can you imagine, them, thinking we’re the mad ones?
