Might. Is there any opiate more powerful than that word?

We're still expected to color within the lines of accepted femininity, and women who step out of those lines are usually attacked, whether verbally or physically.

To live is to love, to love is to live.

They kept the lie going, and the people loved it.

I know because I read. Might I suggest you try it?

Goodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.

The ladies pass the timee with gossip and hearsay. This is what they have in place of freedom- gime and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite or even correct but are mine nonetheless. If I am to be hanged for anything, I should like to feel that I go to the gallows on my own strength.