Undernourished, Intelligence Becomes Like The Bloated Belly

And On That Day, The Day Of Truce, That Day When Not One Woman Is Raped, We Will Begin The Real Practice Of Equality, Because We Can't Begin It Before That Day. Before That Day It Means Nothing, Because It Is Nothing; It Is Not Real; It Is Not True.

Male Supremacy Is Fused Into The Language, So That Every Sentence Both Heralds And Affirms It.

I Have Spent 20 Years Writing These Books. Had I Wanted To Say Men Are Beasts And Scream, That Takes 30 Seconds.

Men Love Death. In Everything They Make, They Hollow Out A Central Place For Death, Let Its Rancid Smell Contaminate Every Dimension Of Whatever Still Survives. Men Especially Love Murder. In Art They Celebrate It, And In Life They Commit It. They Embrace Murder As If Life Without It Would Be Devoid Of Passion, Meaning, And Action, As If Murder Were Solace, Stilling Their Sobs As They Mourn The Emptiness And Alienation Of Their Lives.

Monroe, The Consummate Sexual Doll, Is Empowered To Act But Afraid To Act, Perhaps Because No Amount Of Acting, However Inspired,can Convince The Actor Herself That Her Ideal Female Life Is Not A Dreadful Form Of Dying.