I'm Not A Girl. I'm A Genius.

Science Fiction, As I Mentioned Before, Writes About What Is Neither Impossible Nor Possible; The Fact Is That, When The Question Of Possibility Comes Up In Science Fiction, The Author Can Only Reply That Nobody Knows. We Haven't Been There Yet. We Haven't Discovered That Yet. Science Fiction Hasn't Happened.

The Demon Got Up. The Demon Said Fool. To Think You Can Eat Their Food And Not Talk To Them. To Think You Can Take Their Money And Not Be Afraid Of Them. To Think You Can Depend On Their Company And Not Suffer From Them.

I'm Not A Girl. I'm A Genius.

Leaning Her Silly, Beautiful, Drunken Head On My Shoulder, She Said, "oh, Esther, I Don't Want To Be A Feminist. I Don't Enjoy It. It's No Fun." "i Know," I Said. "i Don't Either." People Think You Decide To Be A "radical," For God's Sake, Like Deciding To Be A Librarian Or A Ship's Chandler. You "make Up Your Mind," You "commit Yourself" (sounds Like A Mental Hospital, Doesn't It?). I Said Don't Worry, We Could Be Buried Together And Have Engraved On Our Tombstone The Awful Truth, Which Some Day Somebody Will Understand: We Wuz Pushed.

The Techniques Are All Means Of Dealing With One Simple Idea: She Wrote It. (that Is, The "wrong" Person--in This Case, Female--has Created The "right" Value--i.e., Art.) Denial Of Agency: She Didn't Write It. Pollution Of Agency: She Shouldn't Have Written It. Double Standard Of Content: Yes, But Look What She Wrote About. False Categorizing: She Is Not Really She [an Artist] And It Is Not Really It [serious, Of The Right Genre, Aesthetically Sound, Important, Etc.] So How Could "she" Have Written "it"? Or Simply: Neither "she" Nor "it" Exists (simple Exclusion).