There was nothing I could say in retaliation except something that would confuse her.
I think it was the institution...I was trying to master it.
She will not be simple and sweet. She will not be what people tell her she should be.
What if we could stop being different colors, different backgrounds, and just be in love?
My problem is I can think whatever I think—girl power, solidarity, Gloria Steinem rah rah rah — but I still feel the way I feel. Which is jealous. And pissy about little things.
It shattered something inside me that hadn't been broken before.