The Feminist Me Says That A Woman's

The Money I Pay For My Cultural Experiences Came Willingly From My Own Pocket - They Were Not The Result Of Bread Being Removed From The Mouths Of The Poor So That Miss Thing Here Could Mince Off To The Circus Smelling Of Roses.

Depression Is The Most Extreme Form Of Vanity.

The Freedom That Women Were Supposed To Have Found In The Sixties Largely Boiled Down To Easy Contraception And Abortion; Things To Make Life Easier For Men, In Fact.

I've Never Been Nostalgic, Personally Or Politically - If The Past Was So Great, How Come It's History?

What Sort Of Sap Doesn't Know By Now That Picture-perfect Beauty Is All Done With Smoke And Mirrors Anyway?