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Dueler's Thrust
What's the scariest book you ever read?.. Some Stephen King book like "Salem's Lot" or "The Shinning"? For me its Kate Millett's "Sexual Politics".. Oh, man.. Now THAT will scare you to death if you're female. I discovered a man, (overheard) at my church, who actually believes his sex a sign of power, and of superiority.. WHY am I so startled? Some childish trust not yet scrubbed off? - Or worse yet some belief, not yet strangled, in a better world? See, stupid me, I thought this bill had been paid, by sufferance, by real people like Elizabeth Stanton, Carrie Catt and Martin King.. by entire generations who ran through those tangled woods emerging cut and bruised.. if at all. What is it like for HIM? I see him eying us, his little inferiors who bleed with the moon, with secret, catlike distaste.. regarding female opinions as slightly impure then, with calm, God like grace, granting the form of servant to assume. Can I, can we, be forced to accept this inheritance? I don't know.. All I know is that this prejudice, so strangely without substance, strikes me like the duelers lucky thrust robing me of attendant rights and wit.. springs that tender trap of doubt in the future and abandons me to stammering.
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