Never mind. Point being that you don't have to get too worked up about us, dear educated minds. You don't have to think of us aas real girls, real flesh and blood, real pain, real injustice. That might be too upsetting. Just discard the sordid part. Consider us pure symbol. We're no more real than money.
Margaret AtwoodA hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in water.
Margaret Atwood