Men and women were declared equal one morning and everybody could divorce each other by postcard
They weren't crazy. They were tired of being locked up. Even I could see that.
one of the blessings of adulthood is that one is no longer addressed as a thing.
It would appear that love is dead. Or very likely in a bad way.
What is the natural reaction when told you have a hopeless mental illness? That diagnosis does you in; that, and the humiliation of being there. I mean, the indignity you're subjected to. My God.
We are naïve and moralistic women. We are human beings. Who find politics a blight upon the human condition. And do not know how one copes with it except through politics.