To think that social inequalities aren’t driving even privileged women up the wall, to presume discrimination doesn’t surface in one’s everyday relationship with oneself, to believe that a sense of unworthiness and shame doesn’t creep into the way we navigate our romantic lives, to pretend that our interpersonal relationships with partners, fathers, brothers and mothers are immune to structural inequalities and are somehow havens of perfect equality is plain idiocy or, worse, a sinister silence.
