The boundaries and constraints of the culture within which she lived her daily life limited and controlled any free will she may have wished to express.
"I’m ugly, fat, old. I’m not successful. I’m smart. I’m stupid. I’m special." I'm sending these thoughts back to the patriarchy with no return address.
I don't know how to reconcile the reality that most people don't believe we've been doing these things for a long time, while my culture says I can't talk about it.
Women’s interests have become not only separate from male interests, but niche and specialized, as if, instead of half the human population, we form a very exclusive tiny minority interested in little else other than handbags, makeup and boys. Well, stuff that.
I discovered the joy of swearing at an early age, despite (or maybe because of) parents who seldom swore and strongly discouraged their three daughters from doing so.
A deeper cut reveals a culture of psychopathy: a party sickened by its hatred, misogyny and xenophobia; grown too accustomed to deceit; blaming others for its missteps; compromised by a paralysis of ideas; resorting to character assassination and abject humiliation of perceived enemies; ...