I Didn't Know I Was

When I'm In A Good Mood I Like To Cook. But I Don't Like Saying It In Public Because I Find Myself Being Resentful Of The Idea; "now You Will Make A Good Wife. You Can Cook, Right?" So When People Ask Me I Go, "no, I Don't Like Cooking!"

There Were People Thrice Her Size On The Trenton Platform And She Looked Admiringly At One Of Them, A Woman In A Very Short Skirt. She Thought Nothing Of Slender Legs Shown Off In Miniskirts--it Was Safe And Easy, After All, To Display Legs Of Which The World Approved--but The Fat Woman's Act Was About The Quiet Conviction That One Shared Only With Oneself, A Sense Of Rightness That Others Failed To See.

She Rested Her Head Against His And Felt, For The First Time, What She Would Often Feel With Him: A Self-affection. He Made Her Like Herself. With Him, She Was At Ease; Her Skin Felt As Though It Was Her Right Size.. It Seemed So Natural, To Talk To Him About Odd Things. She Had Never Done That Before. The Trust, So Sudden And Yet So Complete, And The Intimacy, Frightened Her.. But Now She Could Think Only Of All The Things She Yet Wanted To Tell Him, Wanted To Do With Him.

This Is Our World, Although The People Who Drew This Map Decided To Put Their Own Land On Top Of Ours. There Is No Top Or Bottom, You See.

All Over The World, There Are So Many Magazine Articles And Books Telling Women What To Do, How To Be And Not To Be, In Order To Attract Or Please Men. There Are Far Fewer Guides For Men About Pleasing Women.