Such Sharp Teeth

by Rachel Harrison

drive somewhere and lock myself inside this crate in case I turn into a werewolf. Yeah. Fine. Cool. Totally normal. If nothing happens, then I’m just a relieved idiot in a dog crate somewhere. If it does, well, fuck me, I guess.

“A woman dares present an opinion about anything and suddenly she’s dramatic.”

Nothing like throwing money at a problem.

When you’re sad, you cry. When you’re happy, you smile, you laugh. But what do you do when you’re angry? Not just mad, but filled with this ugly, consuming rage? And the thing is, women aren’t allowed to be angry. Nobody likes a mad woman. They’re crazy, irrational, obnoxious, shrill.

I go out to the car and knock on the window, because another thing that women aren’t allowed to be is heartless.

There’s no winning. The trauma is either your fault or it’s a gift. It’s either You should have done this to stop it or Look what good has come of it! If you don’t get over it, why can’t you get over it? Why can’t you get past it or learn how to cope? Or if you do find some way to move on with your life in a socially acceptable manner, then you’re so brave and so strong, and aren’t you amazing? Let’s applaud you for moving forward while there’s a knife at your back.

My strength doesn’t come from the bad things that have happened to me. It defies those things.

“For us ladies to prove how strong and amazing we are so we can continue to be overlooked for leadership positions and receive less pay.”