Obviously, being a woman is difficult. Fears, constraints, required to be silent, expected to fall in with a system that has long since had its day—a panoply of idiotic, pointless limitations. We are still the aliens, the ones expected to do the dirty work and churn out the raw materials while keeping a low profile. But compared to being a man, it’s a walk in the park … Because in the end, we’re not the ones who are most terrorized, most helpless, most shackled. Ours has always been the gender of endurance, of courage, of resistance. Not that we had a choice.
