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"..But no one in her right mind wants to end up doing time, no one wants to be moved to Medea-like acts or gun-crazy jealousy--no one wants to end up a sex kitten in the slammer. What we all want is to cop the cosmetic attitude, we want to be Olivia Newton-john in the last scene of Grease, the girl swilveling her foot like a broken record to put out a cigarette with one of her red Candie's slides, the girl with ratted hair, in slinky shiny black pegged pants, the girl in the blue eye shadow that launched a thousand teenage makeup misfires. Yes, by the end of Grease, Sandy has become your basic 1958 model ho: the girl who, after suffering months of rejection for being a party-pooper prude who didn't drink or smoke, has finally realized that you do have to pet to be popular, that you do have to put out to get the guy, that it isn't the blondes who have more fun--it's the sluts."
"Well, I for one am sick of it. All my life, one person or another has been telling me to behave, saying don't let a guy know you're a depresed maniac on the first date, don't just be yourself,, don't show your feelings. And the truth is, this is probably good advice, men probably don't like overbearing, hotheaded women who give blow jobs on the first date. In all likelihood the only man who will ever like me just as i am will probably need to believe I'm somebody else at first. I probably do need to learn to behave. But I don't like it. It seems like, all this, all these years of feminism, Mary Wollstonecraft, Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Simone de Beauvoir, Virginia Woolf, Gloria Steinem, Susan Faludi--all that smart writing all so we could learn to behave? Bra burning in Atlantic City--so we can behave? Roe v. Wade--so we could learn to behave? Thelman & Louise--so we could learn to behave? What good really have any of those things done if we still get the feeling that we have to contain our urges and control ourselves in the interest of courtship and love?
-Bitch: In Praise of Difficult Women
Elizabeth Wurtzel
"Well, I for one am sick of it. All my life, one person or another has been telling me to behave, saying don't let a guy know you're a depresed maniac on the first date, don't just be yourself,, don't show your feelings. And the truth is, this is probably good advice, men probably don't like overbearing, hotheaded women who give blow jobs on the first date. In all likelihood the only man who will ever like me just as i am will probably need to believe I'm somebody else at first. I probably do need to learn to behave. But I don't like it. It seems like, all this, all these years of feminism, Mary Wollstonecraft, Charlotte Perkins Gilman, Simone de Beauvoir, Virginia Woolf, Gloria Steinem, Susan Faludi--all that smart writing all so we could learn to behave? Bra burning in Atlantic City--so we can behave? Roe v. Wade--so we could learn to behave? Thelman & Louise--so we could learn to behave? What good really have any of those things done if we still get the feeling that we have to contain our urges and control ourselves in the interest of courtship and love?
-Bitch: In Praise of Difficult Women
Elizabeth Wurtzel